[Intro]
G Em G Em
G Em G Em
[Strophe]
  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"
[Strophe]
  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
[Refrain]
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
[Strophe]
G 
Shе says, "Are you hungry? 
         Em 
You look underfed" 
         G 
"No, I'd bеtter 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"
[Strophe]
        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 
Then she asks if I'll stay 
           B 
"There's a room for you here 
   G#m 
My husband's away"
[Refrain]
    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
[Strophe]
  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
[Strophe]
       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
[Refrain]
        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