We run for the hills

We run like fools

Our city is in flames

The bells ringing

The bells ringing

Devastation has come

Left in a station with a note of poems

Now there's never any place

Never any place to put my feet back down

No there's never anywhere

The scene is rolled away lights are taken down

On a newspaper stand

Any feeble branch to put my weight upon

Well i lie to myself

Anywhere i dare to put my feet back down

Who fell again

In the pouring rain

Who'll find the vein

Put the needle in

And who hears that voice

It's like bells ringing

How will i know you

How will i know you

How will i know you