Текст песни The Bells of St. Thomas - Sting
I
wake
up
in
Antwerp
In
some
rich
woman's
bed
There's
a
man
with
a
hammer
Inside
of
my
head
She
says,
"I
couldn't
wake
you
I
thought
you
were
dead
But
you
talked
in
your
sleep
I
don't
know
what
you
said"
I
look
in
the
mirror
My
eyes
bleeding
red
There's
a
taste
in
my
mouth
Of
stale
brandy
and
lead
Don't
know
how
I
got
here
Or
if
I
was
led
But
I
know
it's
a
Sunday
For
the
bells
in
my
head
As
they
call
to
the
faithful
The
quick
and
the
dead
The
last
days
of
judgement
upon
us
And
the
bells
on
the
roof
of
St.
Thomas
Are
calling
She
says,
"Are
you
hungry?
You
look
underfed"
"No,
I'd
better
be
going
I'll
have
coffee
instead"
"Let
me
give
you
some
money"
I
say,
"There's
no
need
You
don't
owe
me
nothing
It's
what
we
agreed"
But
the
room's
like
a
palace
In
a
book
I
once
read
And
the
words
that
I'm
thinking
Would
be
better
unsaid
I
search
for
my
clothes
Then
she
asks
if
I'll
stay
"There's
a
room
for
you
here
My
husband's
away"
The
bells
of
St.
Thomas
Are
aching
with
doubt
They're
cracked
and
they're
broken
Like
the
earth
in
a
drought
I've
searched
for
their
meaning
I
just
never
found
out
Whatever
they're
expecting
from
us
Or
why
the
bells
on
the
roof
of
St.
Thomas
Are
crying
I
walk
to
the
church,
though
it's
empty
by
now
The
roof
like
an
overturned
ship,
and
a
prow
For
a
pulpit,
and
there
it
is
upon
the
wall
St.
Thomas
inspecting
the
wounds
for
us
all
It's
a
painting
by
Rubens
Painted
from
life
And
it's
flanked
by
a
rich
man
And
his
elegant
wife
The
wounds
we
all
share
And
yet
still
need
the
proof
You
can
feign
your
indifference
Pretend
you're
aloof
But
the
wounds
we're
denying
Are
there
all
the
same
And
the
bells
of
St.
Thomas
Start
ringing
again
The
saint
I
was
named
for
The
sceptical
brother
The
rich
man's
wife
In
the
arms
of
another
And
the
exit
wounds
Of
a
love
that's
gone
wrong
She
said
she
was
leaving
But
she'd
already
gone
And
the
last
days
of
judgement
Are
finally
upon
on
us
And
the
bells
on
the
roof
of
St.
Thomas
Are
calling
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