Hear the Bells

Stealing glances through the keyhole

In a brick wall's wooden door

Chains are keeping quiet secrets

On 200 year-old folklore

There's a graveyard on Elizabeth

Where no one ever goes

Kneel and pray to the gravestone

But the gravestone never tells

Hear the bells

Hear the bells

December crossing arms in Chinatown

As the wind starts to cut through

Always, always on the lookout but the poison's running

Through you

My stomach aches, try to concentrate

Walk the stairs to the third floor

Now I'm asking the witchdoctor

But the witchdoctor won't tell

Hear the bells

Hear the bells

Hear the bells

Hear the bells

Floating on the sea, stars are watching me

Current takes me out, what will be will be

Floating on the sea, stars are watching me

Current takes me out, what will be will be

Hear the bells

Hear the bells

Hear the bells

Hear the bells ^[1]