The crookes laundry murder 1922 by The Crookes 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