Song parody of
St. Paul's Chimes
by David Arn
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ST. PAUL’S CHIMES
One time love goes wrong
And sorrow never leaves your heart
You meet again after miles too long
Your secret voice can’t tell you how to start
It’s not like she made me nervous
In my time I’ve weathered change
She is a universe
So beautiful, always out of range
We touched for a second
I craved a thousand seconds more
Wasted at midday
Where she’d been spilt onto the floor
I saw a mirror in the river
I saw angels from better times
She saw the path she once walked alone
That was haunted by unrelenting voices in St. Paul’s chimes
Memories are always changing
Like autumn leaves shedding away
They say let them drift among the crosses
And crooked headstones where the tired past is supposed to lay
She wants to ride the train to glory
When she can she turns a collar to the rain
In my mind I wanted nerve to hold her
Now that I’m older could it be the same?
Beautiful. Always out of range
ST. PAUL’S CHIMES
One time love goes wrong
And sorrow never leaves your heart
You meet again after miles too long
Your secret voice can’t tell you how to start
It’s not like she made me nervous
In my time I’ve weathered change
She is a universe
So beautiful, always out of range
We touched for a second
I craved a thousand seconds more
Wasted at midday
Where she’d been spilt onto the floor
I saw a mirror in the river
I saw angels from better times
She saw the path she once walked alone
That was haunted by unrelenting voices in St. Paul’s chimes
Memories are always changing
Like autumn leaves shedding away
They say let them drift among the crosses
And crooked headstones where the tired past is supposed to lay
She wants to ride the train to glory
When she can she turns a collar to the rain
In my mind I wanted nerve to hold her
Now that I’m older could it be the same?
Beautiful. Always out of range
