[00:00.37]07.Turn The Bells
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[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