St Michael’s Bells

I find it harder to grasp
Notes we were singing as time passed
No ringing out over the buildings, screaming over the skyline
But in vain

These words weren’t supposed to be
A lie as far as I can see
No, and these words (these words)
Weren’t supposed to be (weren't supposed to be)
About your arms or tenderness
And I’ll take the pressure if you take the hits

Are those notes you weigh in your head
On scales, too clumsy or misread?
Well I’ll be, I’ll be the voice
That sings your thoughts when the music
Falls short

These words (these words)
Weren’t supposed to be (weren't supposed to be)
A lie as far as I can see
No, and these words (these words)
Weren’t supposed to be (weren’t supposed to be)
About your arms or tenderness
And I’ll take the pressure if you take the hits

And all of these lines that we sing
And all, all of the comfort that they bring
And all, all of the stories that end with your kiss
They abuse you
Cause they use you for your loneliness

And these words (these words)
Weren’t supposed to be (weren't supposed to be)
About your arms or tenderness
And I’ll take the pressure if you take the hits
These words (these words)
Weren’t supposed to be (weren't supposed to be)
About your arms or tenderness
And I’ll take the pressure if you take the hits

When it’s raining in Glasgow
When it's raining in Glasgow
When it's raining in Glasgow
When it's raining in Glasgow