Wings Of Destiny

Introduction

Disclaimer: "In Liverpool" belongs to Suzanne Vega

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In Liverpool on Sunday

No traffic on Avenue

The light is pale and thin

Like you

No sound down in this part of town

Except for the boy in the belfry

He's crazy, he's throwing himself down from the top of the tower

Like a hunchback in heaven, he's ringing the bells in the church

For the last half an hour

And he sounds like he's missing something or someone

That he knows he can't have now

And if he isn't, I certainly am

Homesick for a clock

That told the same time

Sometimes you made no sense to me

You lie on the ground

In somebody's arms

Probably swallowed some of their history

And the boy in the belfry

He's crazy, he's throwing himself down from the top of the tower

Like a hunchback in heaven he's ringing the bells in the church

For the last half an hour

And he sounds like he's missing something or someone

That he knows he can't have now

And if he isn't, I certainly am

I'll be the girl who sings for my supper

You'll be the monk whose forehead is high

He'll be the man who's already working

Spreading a memory all through the sky

In Liverpool on Sunday

No reason to even remember you now

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