Turn The Bells
07.Turn The Bells
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The market-place has nothing to sell
Left alone its awnings shiver
Wind whistles through the wood
Fish teeth snapping in a river
Peaks puncture the sky, like a child's icy toes
Dipped in a stream, that a few of us know
And the clouds just a ripple?
A shock from the impact?
.
Shadows on the street, look like veils at morning
Ice blots in the stone cracks, where tears must have fallen
Oil by the bucket feeds flares to the heavens
Offerings of incense, small bills and lemons
Drumbeats in the caves and heartbeats in the huts
Protectors unveiled for the first time in months
.
You find some best friends,
We'll hold each other
And I'll turn the bells, I'll turn the bells
You find some best friends,
We'll hold each other
And I'll turn the bells, I'll turn the bells
.
The storm clouds pass and everything's for sale
The chattering of rapids and bartering of sunset
Beads crunch like bones through fingers and knuckles
Poor hands pick cheap quartz, in the quarries and cliff-edge
.
A group of sandalwood trees, with clotted blood coloured bark
Candle-lit teeth, half-moon smiles in the dark
The biker gangs smoking on the edge of the lake
The smoke like white horses a white-eyed mistake
There's spirits in the water like photos in a box
They're torn by the current and crushed by the rocks
.
You find some best friends,
We'll hold each other
And I'll turn the bells, I'll turn the bells
You find some best friends,
We'll hold each other
And I'll turn the bells, I'll turn the bells
Turn The BellsLRC歌词
[00:00.37]07.Turn The Bells
[00:02.59].
[00:12.87]
[00:16.57]The market-place has nothing to sell
[00:20.75]Left alone its awnings shiver
[00:24.82]Wind whistles through the wood
[00:28.82]Fish teeth snapping in a river
[00:32.50]Peaks puncture the sky, like a child's icy toes
[00:40.94]Dipped in a stream, that a few of us know
[00:48.56]And the clouds just a ripple?
[00:52.75]A shock from the impact?
[00:56.56].
[01:13.44]Shadows on the street, look like veils at morning
[01:21.63]Ice blots in the stone cracks, where tears must have fallen
[01:29.94]Oil by the bucket feeds flares to the heavens
[01:33.68]Offerings of incense, small bills and lemons
[01:37.94]Drumbeats in the caves and heartbeats in the huts
[01:41.81]Protectors unveiled for the first time in months
[01:46.00].
[01:49.25]You find some best friends,
[01:54.88]We'll hold each other
[01:59.00]And I'll turn the bells, I'll turn the bells
[02:07.44]You find some best friends,
[02:13.19]We'll hold each other
[02:17.06]And I'll turn the bells, I'll turn the bells
[02:24.12].
[02:30.50]The storm clouds pass and everything's for sale
[02:38.93]The chattering of rapids and bartering of sunset
[02:46.62]Beads crunch like bones through fingers and knuckles
[02:54.75]Poor hands pick cheap quartz, in the quarries and cliff-edge
[03:02.31].
[03:02.68]A group of sandalwood trees, with clotted blood coloured bark
[03:11.31]Candle-lit teeth, half-moon smiles in the dark
[03:19.24]The biker gangs smoking on the edge of the lake
[03:23.44]The smoke like white horses a white-eyed mistake
[03:27.40]There's spirits in the water like photos in a box
[03:31.53]They're torn by the current and crushed by the rocks
[03:35.53].
[03:38.84]You find some best friends,
[03:44.65]We'll hold each other
[03:48.78]And I'll turn the bells, I'll turn the bells
[03:57.09]You find some best friends,
[04:02.97]We'll hold each other
[04:07.09]And I'll turn the bells, I'll turn the bells
