Locusts (The Frames)

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 It's all for one, it's all for one And the bells that rang in hope Are swingin' from the rope We thought, we'd one day perish on And the tune you never wrote And the words you never spoke Have gathered up and need a song Well, I'm movin' off, I'm packin' up I'm willin' to be wrong I'm movin' off, I'm packin' up I'm willin' to be wrong Now your givin' 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 And the tune you never wrote Won't write itself or wait for evermore Well, I'm movin' off, I'm packin' up I'm willin' to be wrong I'm movin' off, I'm packin' up I'm willin' to be wrong Well, I'm movin' off, I'm packin' up I'm willin' to be wrong I'm movin' off, I'm packin' up I'm willin' to be wrong I'm movin' off, I'm packin' up I'm willin' to be wrong I'm movin' off, I'm packin' up I'm willin' to be wrong I'm movin' off, I'm packin' up I'm willin' to be wrong