Crookes The Crookes Laundry Murder 1922 Lyrics

Take me back to 1922. Let echoes of the past bleed
through.

And find before your eyes, an ashen scene unfold.

A young girl who's all alone, she cries, racing down a
darkened street by night.

The flicker of an old gas light. Bells chime. Reminds
her that the wasteland needs its fill.

For now my beating heart be still.

Leave the flowers at the gates. If the rain fades your
name, leave it to fate.

Wake me for the mourning.

Take me back into that bloody haze. We'll set those
lies ablaze.

Be kind! Lily's had an awfully torrid time...her head
keeps a heart beat chime. By night it's louder than it ever was before. And
slowly it brings the dawn.

You'll find nervous laughter lacing cheap refrain...

..."Why would you ever call me sane?"

Leave the flowers at the gates. If the rain fades your
name, leave it to fate.

Wake me for the mourning.

As the mourners come they're hanging stale wreaths to
make their peace.

Bells chime. Always they chime.

Am I still on your mind?

Leave the flowers at the gates. If the rain fades your
name, leave it to fate.

Wake me for the mourning.