Bazan

Lovely
Lovely music
Bells are ringing while the drums
The sweet voice of the strings
all I want to do is sing

Moods of blue mixed with far off lands
shimmering lights of Parisian streets

The deaf boys walk alone
a lonely path, along the
banks

Festivities at high tide
lost in silent masses
the boys stumble
Clouds once pure once full of dreams
loom ominous dark and crawling
suffocate the blood streams

all the while the bells are ringing
I dance in the street
and taste the singing