The Bells of St. Thomas
Sting
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[Strophe]GI wake up in AntwerpEmIn some rich woman's bedGThere's a man with a hammerEmInside of my headGShe says, "I couldn't wake youEmI thought you were deadGBut you talked in your sleepEmI don't know what you said"[Strophe]Cmaj7I look in the mirrorEmMy eyes bleeding redCmaj7There's a taste in my mouthEnOf stale brandy and leadCmaj7Don't know how I got hereGmaj7Or if I was ledBBut I know it's a SundayG#mFor the bells in my head[Refrain]EAs they call to the faithfulC#mThe quick and the deadG#mThe last days of judgement upon usF#The last days of judgement upon usEAnd the bells on the roof of St.C#mThomasAnd the bells on the roof of St. ThomasG#mAre calling[Strophe]GShе says, "Are you hungry?EmYou look underfed"G"No, I'd bеtter be goingF#mI'll have coffee instead"G"Let me give you some money"EmI say, "There's no needGYou don't owe me nothingEmIt's what we agreed"[Strophe]Cmaj7But the room's like a palaceEmIn a book I once readCmaj7And the words that I'm thinkingEmWould be better unsaidCmaj7I search for my clothesGThen she asks if I'll stayB"There's a room for you hereG#mMy husband's away"[Refrain]EThe bells of St. ThomasC#mAre aching with doubtG#mThey're cracked and they're brokenF#Like the earth in a droughtEI've searched for their meaningC#mI just never found outG#mWhatever they're expecting from usF#Whatever they're expecting from usEOr why the bells on the roof of St.C#mThomasOr why the bells on the roof of St. ThomasG#mAre crying[Strophe]AI walk to the church, though it'sF#mempty by nowI walk to the church, though it's empty by nowA F#mThe roof like an overturned ship, anda prowThe roof like an overturned ship, and a prowA F#mFor a pulpit, and there it is uponthe wallFor a pulpit, and there it is upon the wallA F#mSt. Thomas inspecting the wounds forus allSt. Thomas inspecting the wounds for us all[Strophe]Dmaj7It's a painting by RubensF#mPainted from lifeDmaj7And it's flanked by a rich manF#mAnd his elegant wifeDmaj7The wounds we all shareAAnd yet still need the proofFmYou can feign your indifferenceBbmPretend you're aloof[Refrain]F#But the wounds we're denying areD#mthere all the sameBut the wounds we're denying are there all the sameBbmAnd the bells of St. Thomas startG#ringing againAnd the bells of St. Thomas start ringing againF#The saint I was named forD#mThe sceptical brotherBbmThe rich man's wifeG#In the arms of anotherF#And the exit woundsD#mOf a love that's gone wrongBbmShe said she was leavingG#But she'd already goneF#mAnd the last days of judgement areDfinally upon on usAnd the last days of judgement are finally upon on usAAnd the bells on the roof of St.DThomasAnd the bells on the roof of St. ThomasAAre calling