The Fantasy Life Of Poetry & Crime

Bells, they chime

Bells, they chime in time

To a vicious low whine of a chainsaw's grind

In the summertime

There's a coppery taste

A gun in your face

High plains drift, sly shapes shift across the Maritime

In the estuary

There's a clue to find

In the fantasy, life of poetry and crime

Haute-Normandy and Seine-Maritime

In the fantasy life of poetry and crime

Je suis ici

Can you follow me?

Oh, sorrowful me

Have I begun this too weirdly?

Sweet mystery and a clue to find

In the fantasy life of poetry and crime

Unknowingly

I'm lost in space and time

In the fantasy life of poetry and crime

Je suis ici

Can you follow me?

Do you read me?

Have I begun this too weirdly?

In the estuary

There's a clue to find

In the fantasy life of poetry and crime

Haute Normandy and Seine-Maritime

In the fantasy life of poetry and crime

Bells, they chime

Bells, they chime in time

A vicious low whine of a chainsaw's grind in the summertime

Bells, they chime