Bells, they chime
Bells, they chime in time
To a vicious low whine of a chainsaw's grind
In the summertime
There's a coppery taste
A gun in your face
High plains drift, sly shapes shift across the Maritime

In the estuary
There's a clue to find
In the fantasy, life of poetry and crime
Haute-Normandy and Seine-Maritime
In the fantasy life of poetry and crime

I'm here
Can you follow me?
Oh, sorrowful me
Have I begun this too weirdly?

Sweet mystery and a clue to find
In the fantasy life of poetry and crime
Unknowingly
I'm lost in space and time
In the fantasy life of poetry and crime

I'm here
Can you follow me?
Do you read me?
Have I begun this too weirdly?

In the estuary
There's a clue to find
In the fantasy life of poetry and crime
Haute Normandy and Seine-Maritime
In the fantasy life of poetry and crime

Bells, they chime
Bells, they chime in time
A vicious low whine of a chainsaw's grind in the summertime

Bells, they chime

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