No traffic On the avenue The light is pale and thin Like you No sound, down
In this part of town Except for the boy in the belfry He´s crazy, he´s throwing himself Down from the top of the tower Like a hunchback in heaven He´s ringing the bells in the church For the last half an hour He sounds like he´s missing something Or someone that he knows he can´t Have now and if he isn´t I certainly am
Homesick for a clock That told the same time sometimes you made no sense to me if you lie on the ground in somebody´s arms you´ll probably swallow some of their history
And the boy in the belfry He´s crazy, he´s throwing himself Down from the top of the tower Like a hunchback in heaven He´s ringing the bells in the church For the last half an hour He sounds like he´s missing something Or someone that he knows he can´t Have now and if he isn´t I certainly am
I´ll be the girl who sings for my supper You´ll be the monk whose forehead is high He´ll be the man who´s already working Spreading a memory all through the sky
In Liverpool
On Sunday No reason to even remember you now
Except for the boy in the belfry He´s crazy, he´s throwing himself Down from the top of the tower Like a hunchback in heaven He´s ringing the bells in the church For the last half an hour He sounds like he´s missing something Or someone that he knows he can´t Have now and if he isn´t I certainly am