Suspicion Bells

Written by Pete Hardman

So all your letters she read
and made a scene at the restaurant,
she usually just reads between the lines.
Suspicion bells, She read the lines themselves,
And I just sat there soaked in cheap red wine.
Could we rehearse that one more time.
Forgot almost ever single line.
I don't know why, I don't know why
You got to know I know you.
I gotta right, I gotta right,
I got to know who owns you
Say what you mean, say what you mean,
Not just what you think she sells
I hear them ring, I hear them ring,
I hear the distant knells, of suspicion bells.
With futile hopes I glean from a colour TV Screen,
I wait for fame and fortune to arrive.
But I'm falling face down,
waving at the stars that drive by,
sucking on cigarettes soaked in cheap red wine.
These things aren't that hard to find.
It's just I've wasted so much time.
I don't know why, I don't know why
You got to know I know you.
I gotta right, I gotta right,
I got to know who owns you
Say what you mean, say what you mean,
Not just what you think she sells
I hear them ring, I hear them ring,
I hear the distant knells, of suspicion bells.

(repeat chorus)

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