Turn The Bells-White Lies

[ti:Turn The Bells] [ar:White Lies] [al:Ritual] [by:] [offset:0] [00:00.37]07 Turn The Bells [00:02.59] [00:12.87] [00:16.56]The market-place has nothing to sell [00:20.75]Left alone its awnings shiver [00:24.81]Wind whistles through the wood [00:28.81]Fish teeth snapping in a river [00:32.50]Peaks puncture the sky like a child's icy toes [00:40.93]Dipped in a stream that a few of us know [00:48.56]And the clouds just a ripple [00:52.75]A shock from the impact [00:56.56] [01:13.43]Shadows on the street look like veils at morning [01:21.62]Ice blots in the stone cracks where tears must have fallen [01:29.93]Oil by the bucket feeds flares to the heavens [01:33.68]Offerings of incense small bills and lemons [01:37.93]Drumbeats in the caves and heartbeats in the huts [01:41.81]Protectors unveiled for the first time in months [01:45.99] [01:49.25]You find some best friends [01:54.87]We'll hold each other [01:59.00]And I'll turn the bells I'll turn the bells [02:07.43]You find some best friends [02:13.18]We'll hold each other [02:17.06]And I'll turn the bells I'll turn the bells [02:24.12] [02:30.49]The storm clouds pass and everything's for sale [02:38.93]The chattering of rapids and bartering of sunset [02:46.62]Beads crunch like bones through fingers and knuckles [02:54.74]Poor hands pick cheap quartz in the quarries and cliff-edge [03:02.31] [03:02.68]A group of sandalwood trees with clotted blood coloured bark [03:11.30]Candle-lit teeth half-moon smiles in the dark [03:19.24]The biker gangs smoking on the edge of the lake [03:23.43]The smoke like white horses a white-eyed mistake [03:27.40]There's spirits in the water like photos in a box [03:31.52]They're torn by the current and crushed by the rocks [03:35.52] [03:38.83]You find some best friends [03:44.65]We'll hold each other [03:48.77]And I'll turn the bells I'll turn the bells [03:57.08]You find some best friends [04:02.96]We'll hold each other [04:07.08]And I'll turn the bells I'll turn the bells