Locusts

Don't go outside tonight The locusts fill the sky And the devils work is never done And the gypsy curse you wore Can't hurt us anymore As we raise our glasses to our mouths And it's all for one And it's all for one And the bells that rang in hope Are swinging from the ropes We thought we'd one day perish on And the tune you never wrote The words you never spoke Have gathered up and need a song I'm moving off, I'm packing up I'm willing to be wrong I'm moving off, I'm packing up I'm willing to be wrong Now you're giving up the ghost To the one who meant the most And one day when she least expects she'll know And the words you never spoke The tune you never wrote Won't write itself or wait for evermore I'm moving off, I'm packing up I'm willing to be wrong I'm moving off, I'm packing up I'm willing to be wrong I'm moving off, I'm packing up I'm willing to be wrong I'm moving off, I'm packing up I'm willing to be wrong I'm moving off, I'm packing up I'm willing to be wrong I'm moving off, I'm packing up I'm willing to be wrong I'm moving off, I'm packing up I'm willing to be wrong