and you're face burns from to much cold, darling

I've had it, had it, had
it all and coming down
It seemed all wrong

Times; times are changing
with this wind
urging my bells to ring.

I've roamed around and looked
through windows too high to climb
And not. I've felt I haven't had
enough. Two, three coming down.

Sound son. My bells are ringing
Im coming down from this high window
I haven't heard enough

Sound son.
Said it all
I've said it all

its always a good moment-
to late for sounds, son.
Get my bell we'll go far in this town
with this sound.
Son.

Come down from that high window
Come down from there. I'm calling you out.
Come down before the winds change
and you're face burns from to much cold, darling