Turn the Bells Lyrics

The market-place has nothing to sell Left alone it's awnings shiver Wind whistles through the wood Fish teeth snapping in a river
Peaks puncture the sky Like a child's icy toes Dipped in a stream That a few of us know
And the cloud just a ripple A shock from the impact
Shadows on the streets Look like veils at morning Ice blots in the stone cracks Where tears must have fallen
Oil by the bucket feeds Flares to the heavens Offerings of incense Small bills and lemons
Drumbeats in the caves And heartbeats in the huts Protectors unveiled For the first time in months
You find some best friends We'll hold each other And I'll turn the bells I'll turn the bells
You find some best friends We'll hold each other And I'll turn the bells I'll turn the bells
The storm clouds pass And everything's for sale The chattering of rapids And bartering of sunset
Beads crunch like bones Through fingers and knuckles Poor hams pick cheap quartz In the quarries and cliff-edge
A group of sandalwood trees With clotted blood colored bark Candle-lit teeth Half-moon smiles in the dark
The biker gang smoking On the edge of the lake The smoke like white horses A white-eyed mistake
There's spirits in the water Like photos in a box They're torn by the current And crushed by the rocks
You find some best friends We'll hold each other And I'll turn the bells I'll turn the bells
You find some best friends We'll hold each other And I'll turn the bells I'll turn the bells
You find some best friends We'll hold each other And I'll turn the bells I'll turn the bells
You find some best friends We'll hold each other And I'll turn the bells I'll turn the bells