The Bells Of St Thomas Sting

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F b F b
F b F b
[Zwrotka 1]
I Fwake up in Antwerp
In some brich woman's bed
There's a Fman with a hammer
Inside bof my head
She says, F"I couldn't wake you
I bthought you were dead
But you Ftalked in your sleep
I don't bknow what you said"
[Zwrotka 2]
I B7+look in the mirror
My beyes bleeding red
There's a B7+taste in my mouth
En
Of stale brandy and lead
Don't B7+know how I got here
Or F7+if I was led
But I know Cit's a Sunday
For the bells fisin my head
[Refren 1]
BAs they call to the faithful
B#m
The quick and the dead
The fislast days of judgement upon us g  
B B#m
And the bells on the roof of St. Thomas
Are fiscalling
[Zwrotka 3]
FShе says, "Are you hungry?
You look bunderfed"
"No, I'd Fbеtter be going
I'll have giscoffee instead"
"Let me Fgive you some money"
bI say, "There's no need
FYou don't owe me nothing
bIt's what we agreed"
[Zwrotka 4]
But the B7+room's like a palace
In a bbook I once read
And the B7+words that I'm thinking
Would be bbetter unsaid
I B7+search for my clothes
Then she Fasks if I'll stay
"There's a Croom for you here
My fishusband's away"
[Refren 2]
The Bbells of St. Thomas
B#m
Are aching with doubt
They're fiscracked and they're broken
Like the earth in a gdrought
I've Bsearched for their meaning
B#m
I just never found out
fisWhatever they're expecting from us g  
B B#m
Or why the bells on the roof of St. Thomas
Are fiscrying
[Zwrotka 5]
I Bwalk to the church, though it's gisempty by now
The Broof like an overturned shipgis, and a prow
For a Bpulpit, and there it is ugispon the wall
BSt. Thomas inspecting the giswounds for us all
[Zwrotka 6]
It's a F7+painting by Rubens
gisPainted from life
And it's F7+flanked by a rich man
And his giselegant wife
The F7+wounds we all share
And Byet still need the proof
You can gfeign your indifference
Cbm
Pretend you're aloof
[Refren 3]
But the gwounds we're denying are fisthere all the same
Cbm f
And the bells of St. Thomas start ringing again
The gsaint I was named for
The fissceptical brother
Cbm
The rich man's wife
In the farms of another
And the gexit wounds
Of a fislove that's gone wrong
Cbm
She said she was leaving
But she'd falready gone
And the gislast days of judgement are Ffinally upon on us
And the Bbells on the roof of St. FThomas
Are Bcalling

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