Mike Doughty Follow

I hear the bells
Down in the canyon, it痴
Snow in New York
Some blue December, I知
Gone to the moon
Without you, girl, and I知
Calling to you
Throughout the world and well I can
Hear the bells are
Ringing joyful and triumphant and

I hear the bells
They are like emeralds, and
Glints in the night
Commas and ampersands
Your moony face
So inaccessible
Your inner mind
So inexpressible

I知 seeking girls
In sales and marketing
Let痴 go make out
Up in the balcony
Your business dress
So businesslike and I知
Tossing the blouse
Over a chairback and

You snooze, you lose
Well I have snost and lost
I知 pushing through
I値l disregard the cost
I hear the bells
So fascinating and
I値l slug it out
I知 sick of waiting