Sometimes you made no sense to me
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
And he sounds like he's missing something or someone
I'll be the girl who sings for my supper
He's ringing the bells in the church for the last half an hour
And he sounds like he's missing something or someone
You'll be the monk whose forehead is high
The light is pale and thin like you
Homesick for a clock that told the same time
Down from the top of the tower like a hunchback in heaven
Spreading a memory all through the sky
He'll be the man who's already working
He's ringing the bells in the church for the last half an hour
Except for the boy in the belfry he's crazy, he's throwing himself
That he knows he can't have now and if he isn't I certainly am
No sound, down in this part of town
That he knows he can't have now and if he isn't I certainly am
He's ringing the bells in the church for the last half an hour
And he sounds like he's missing something or someone
In Liverpool
And the boy in the belfry he's crazy, he's throwing himself
That he knows he can't have now and if he isn't I certainly am
Down from the top of the tower like a hunchback in heaven
You'll probably swallow some of their history
If you lie on the ground in somebody's arms
