White Lies - Turn The Bells Lyrics
The market-place has nothing to sellLeft alone its awnings shiverWind whistles through the woodFish teeth snapping in a riverPeaks puncture the skyLike a child's icy toesDipped in a streamThat a few of us knowAnd the cloud just a ripple?A shock from the impact?Shadows on the streetsLook like veils at morningIce blots in the stone cracksWhere tears must have fallenOil by the bucket feeds flares to the heavensOfferings of incense, small bills and lemonsDrumbeats in the cavesAnd heartbeats in the hutsProtectors unveiled for the first time in monthsYou find some best friends,We'll hold each otherAnd I'll turn the bellsI'll turn the bells [2x]The storm clouds pass and everything's for saleThe chattering of rapids,And bartering of sunsetBeads crunch like bonesThrough fingers and knucklesPoor hans pick cheap quartzIn the quarries and cliff-edgeA group od sandalwood treesWith clotted blood coloured barkCandle-lit teethHalf-moon smiles in the darkThe biker gangs smokingOn the edge of the lakeThe smoke like white horsesA white-eyed mistakeThere's spirits in the waterLike photos in a boxThey're torn by the currentAnd crushed by the rocksYou find some best friends,We'll hold each otherAnd I'll turn the bellsI'll turn the bells [4x]
