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  In Liverpool on Sunday

No traffic on the Avenue

The light is pale and thin like you

  No sound, down in this part of town

  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

  He's ringing the bells in the church

  For the last half an hour

  He sounds like he's missing something

  Or someone that he knows he can't

  Have now and if he isn't

  I certainly am

  Homesick for a clock that told the same time

Sometimes you made no sense to me

If you lie on the ground in somebody's arms

  You'll probably swallow some on their history

  And the boy in the belfry

  He's crazy, he's throwing himself

  Down from the top of the tower

  Like a hunchback in heaven

  He's ringing the bells in the church

  For the last half an hour

  He sounds like he's missing something

  Or someone that he knows he can't

  Have now and if he isn't

  I certainly am

  I'll be the girl who sings for my supper

You'll be the monk whose forehead is high

He'll be the man who's already working

Spreading a memory all through the sky

  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

  He's ringing the bells in the church

  For the last half an hour

  He sounds like he's missing something

  Or someone that he knows he can't

  Have now and if he isn't

  I certainly am

  In Liverpool

  In Liverpool