One by one, the guests arrive. The guests are coming through. The open-hearted many. The broken-hearted few. And no one knows where the night is going.
Many men have loved the bells. You fastened to the rein. And everyone who wanted you. They found what they will always want again. Your beauty lost to you yourself.
Well, my friends are gone and my hair is grey. I ache in the places where I used to play. And I'm crazy for love but I'm not coming on. I'm just paying my rent every day in the Tower of Song.
I went down to the place where I knew she lay waiting. Under the marble and the snow. I said, Mother I'm frightened, the thunder and the lightning. I'll never come through this alone.
Many men have loved the bells. You fastened to the rein. And everyone who wanted you. They found what they will always want again. Your beauty lost to you yourself.