in liverpool

　　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 of 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

　　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