The Fantasy Life of Poetry & Crime

Bells, they chime Bells, they chime in time To a vicious low whine of a chainsaw's grind In the summertime There is 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 Je suis ici Can you follow me? Oh, sorrowful me Have I begun this too weirdly? Sweet mystеry and a clue to find In the fantasy life of poеtry and crime Unknowingly I'm lost in space and time In the fantasy life of poetry and crime Je suis ici Can you follow me? Do you read me? Have I begun this too weirdly? In the estuary Oh, 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