Locusts Lyrics - Burn The Maps - 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