Hear the Bells - Vanessa Carlton

Stealing glances through the key hole

In a brick wall’s wooden door

Change are keeping quite secrets

200 year old folklore

And the graveyard on Elizabeth, no one ever goes

Kneeling praying to a gravestone

But the gravestone never tells

Hear the bells

Hear the bells

December crossing on to Chinatown

As the wind starts to cut through

Always, always on the lookout

But the poisons running through you

Stomachaches, try to concentrate

Want the stairs on the third floor

Now I’m asking a witch doctor but the witch doctor won’t tell

Hear the bells

Hear the bells

Hear the bells

Hear the bells

Floating on the sea stars are watching me

Current takes me out what will be will be

Floating on the sea stars are watching me

Current takes me out what will be will be

Hear the bells

Hear the bells

Hear the bells

Hear the bells