I Hear the Bells

I hear the bells

Down in the canyon, it's

Snow in New York

Some blue December, I'm

Gone to the moon

Without you, girl, and I'm

Calling to you

Throughout the world and well I can

Hear the bells are

Ringing joyful and triumphant and

I hear the bells

They are like emeralds, and

Glints in the night

Commas and ampersands

Your moony face

So inaccessible

Your inner mind

So inexpressible

I'm seeking girls

In sales and marketing

Let's go make out

Up in the balcony

Your business dress

So businesslike and I'm

Tossing the blouse

Over a chairback and

You snooze, you lose

Well I have snost and lost

I'm pushing through

I'll disregard the cost

I hear the bells

So fascinating and

I'll slug it out

I'm sick of waiting

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