In Liverpool — текст песни (Suzanne Vega)





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

Hes crazy, hes throwing himself

Down from the top of the tower

Like a hunchback in heaven

Hes ringing the bells in the church

For the last half an hour

He sounds like hes missing something

Or someone that he knows he cant

Have now and if he isnt

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 somebodys arms

Youll probably swallow some of their history





And the boy in the belfry

Hes crazy, hes throwing himself

Down from the top of the tower

Like a hunchback in heaven

Hes ringing the bells in the church

For the last half an hour

He sounds like hes missing something

Or someone that he knows he cant

Have now and if he isnt

I certainly am





Ill be the girl who sings for my supper

Youll be the monk whose forehead is high

Hell be the man whos 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

Hes crazy, hes throwing himself

Down from the top of the tower

Like a hunchback in heaven

Hes ringing the bells in the church

For the last half an hour

He sounds like hes missing something

Or someone that he knows he cant

Have now and if he isnt

I certainly am





In liverpool

In liverpool



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