In Liverpool (Acoustic Version)

[Verse 1]

In Liverpool on Sunday

No traffic on the avenue

The light is pale and thin like you

No sound down in this part of town

[Chorus]

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

[Verse 2]

Homesick for a clock that told the same time

Sometimes you made no sense to me

If you lie on the ground in somebody's arms

You'll probably swallow some of their history

[Chorus]

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

[Verse 3]

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

[Verse 4]

In Liverpool on Sunday

No reason to even remember you now

[Chorus]

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

[Outro]

In Liverpool

In Liverpool