Tell me all you know,
what was that old story that you told?
yea, i know it's late, but these times wont wait.

we hear the bells on every hour.

says she likes to write,
and she likes to walk by the park.
yea this house is gold, but it has no light.
dealers on our street,
black cats in our yard, we don't mind.
feelings lived here once, before our time.

we hear the bells on every hour
i will always love you

we hear the bells on every hour
i will always love you

says she loves to dance,
(?)
we don't want these days to ever end,
to ever end,
to ever end,
to ever end.