Suzanne Vega - In Liverpool Lyrics
In liverpoolOn sundayNo trafficOn the avenueThe light is pale and thinLike youNo sound, downIn this part of townExcept for the boy in the belfryHes crazy, hes throwing himselfDown from the top of the towerLike a hunchback in heavenHes ringing the bells in the churchFor the last half an hourHe sounds like hes missing somethingOr someone that he knows he cantHave now and if he isntI certainly amHomesick for a clockThat told the same timeSometimes you made no sense to meIf you lie on the groundIn somebodys armsYoull probably swallow some of their historyAnd the boy in the belfryHes crazy, hes throwing himselfDown from the top of the towerLike a hunchback in heavenHes ringing the bells in the churchFor the last half an hourHe sounds like hes missing somethingOr someone that he knows he cantHave now and if he isntI certainly amIll be the girl who sings for my supperYoull be the monk whose forehead is highHell be the man whos already workingSpreading a memory all through the skyIn liverpoolOn sundayNo reason to even remember you nowExcept for the boy in the belfryHes crazy, hes throwing himselfDown from the top of the towerLike a hunchback in heavenHes ringing the bells in the churchFor the last half an hourHe sounds like hes missing somethingOr someone that he knows he cantHave now and if he isntI certainly amIn liverpoolIn liverpool
