[Intro]
G Em G Em
G Em G Em
[Verse 1]
G
I wake up in Antwerp
Em
In some rich woman's bed
G
There's a man with a hammer
Em
Inside of my head
G
She says, "I couldn't wake you
Em
I thought you were dead
G
But you talked in your sleep
Em
I don't know what you said"
[Verse 2]
Cmaj7
I look in the mirror
Em
My eyes bleeding red
Cmaj7
There's a taste in my mouth
En
Of stale brandy and lead
Cmaj7
Don't know how I got here
Gmaj7
Or if I was led
B
But I know it's a Sunday
G#m
For the bells in my head
[Chorus 1]
E
As they call to the faithful
C#m
The quick and the dead
G#m F#
The last days of judgement upon us
E C#m
And the bells on the roof of St. Thomas
G#m
Are calling
[Verse 3]
G
Sh? says, "Are you hungry?
Em
You look underfed"
G
"No, I'd b?tter be going
F#m
I'll have coffee instead"
G
"Let me give you some money"
Em
I say, "There's no need
G
You don't owe me nothing
Em
It's what we agreed"
[Verse 4]
Cmaj7
But the room's like a palace
Em
In a book I once read
Cmaj7
And the words that I'm thinking
Em
Would be better unsaid
Cmaj7
I search for my clothes
G
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Then she asks if I'll stay
B
"There's a room for you here
G#m
My husband's away"
[Chorus 2]
E
The bells of St. Thomas
C#m
Are aching with doubt
G#m
They're cracked and they're broken
F#
Like the earth in a drought
E
I've searched for their meaning
C#m
I just never found out
G#m F#
Whatever they're expecting from us
E C#m
Or why the bells on the roof of St. Thomas
G#m
Are crying
[Verse 5]
A F#m
I walk to the church, though it's empty by now
A F#m
The roof like an overturned ship, and a prow
A F#m
For a pulpit, and there it is upon the wall
A F#m
St. Thomas inspecting the wounds for us all
[Verse 6]
Dmaj7
It's a painting by Rubens
F#m
Painted from life
Dmaj7
And it's flanked by a rich man
F#m
And his elegant wife
Dmaj7
The wounds we all share
A
And yet still need the proof
Fm
You can feign your indifference
Bbm
Pretend you're aloof
[Chorus 3]
F# D#m
But the wounds we're denying are there all the same
Bbm G#
And the bells of St. Thomas start ringing again
F#
The saint I was named for
D#m
The sceptical brother
Bbm
The rich man's wife
G#
In the arms of another
F#
And the exit wounds
D#m
Of a love that's gone wrong
Bbm
She said she was leaving
G#
But she'd already gone
F#m D
And the last days of judgement are finally upon on us
A D
And the bells on the roof of St. Thomas
A
Are calling
