White Lies
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The market-place has nothing to sell
Left alone its awnings shiver
Wind whistles through the wood
Fish teeth snapping in a river
Peaks puncture the sky
Like a child's icy toes
Dipped in a stream
That a few of us know
And the cloud just a ripple?
A shock from the impact?

Shadows on the streets
Look like veils at morning
Ice blots in the stone cracks
Where tears must have fallen

Oil by the bucket feeds flares to the heavens
Offerings of incense, small bills and lemons
Drumbeats in the caves
And heartbeats in the huts
Protectors unveiled for the first time in months

You find some best friends,
We'll hold each other
And I'll turn the bells
I'll turn the bells [2x]

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 hans 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 [4x]


Mirror lyrics:

I'll turn the bells [4x]
And I'll turn the bells
We'll hold each other
You find some best friends,

And crushed by the rocks
They're torn by the current
Like photos in a box
There's spirits in the water
A white-eyed mistake
The smoke like white horses
On the edge of the lake
The biker gangs smoking

Half-moon smiles in the dark
Candle-lit teeth
With clotted blood coloured bark
A group od sandalwood trees

In the quarries and cliff-edge
Poor hans pick cheap quartz
Through fingers and knuckles
Beads crunch like bones
And bartering of sunset
The chattering of rapids,
The storm clouds pass and everything's for sale

I'll turn the bells [2x]
And I'll turn the bells
We'll hold each other
You find some best friends,

Protectors unveiled for the first time in months
And heartbeats in the huts
Drumbeats in the caves
Offerings of incense, small bills and lemons
Oil by the bucket feeds flares to the heavens

Where tears must have fallen
Ice blots in the stone cracks
Look like veils at morning
Shadows on the streets

A shock from the impact?
And the cloud just a ripple?
That a few of us know
Dipped in a stream
Like a child's icy toes
Peaks puncture the sky
Fish teeth snapping in a river
Wind whistles through the wood
Left alone its awnings shiver
The market-place has nothing to sell


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