Turn the Bells Songtext / Lyric

White lies
Turn the Bells Lyrics
The storm clouds pass and everything's for sale
the chattering of rapids
and bartering of sunset
beads crunch like bones
through fingers and knuckles
poor hands pick cheap quartz
in the quarries and cliff-edge A group od sandalwood trees
with clotted blood coloured bark
candle-lit teeth
half-moon smiles in the dark

The biker gangs smoking
on the edge of the lake
the smoke like white horses
a white-eyed mistake
there's spirits in the water
like photos in a box
they're torn by the current
and crushed by the rocks

You find some best friends,
we'll hold each other
and I'll turn the bells
I'll turn the bells

You find some best friends
we'll hold each other
and I'll turn the bells
I'll turn the bells

You find some best friends
we'll hold each other
and I'll turn the bells
I'll turn the bells

You find some best friends
we'll hold each other
and I'll turn the bells
I'll turn the bells