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Capo 2nd fret

G Em G Em  (x2)

  G
I wake up in Antwerp
        Em
In some rich woman's bed
          G
There's a man with a hammer
       Em
Inside of my head
          G
She says, "I couldn't wake you
  Em
I thought you were dead
        G
But you talked in your sleep
        Em
I don't know what you said"

  Cmaj7
I look in the mirror
   Em
My eyes bleeding red
          Cmaj7
There's a taste in my mouth
         En
Of stale brandy and lead
      Cmaj7
Don't know how I got here
   Gmaj7
Or if I was led
           B
But I know it's a Sunday
              G#m
For the bells in my head

Chorus 1:
E
As they call to the faithful
    C#m
The quick and the dead
    G#m                            F#
The last days of judgement upon us
        E                              C#m
And the bells on the roof of St. Thomas
    G#m
Are calling

G
She says, "Are you hungry?
         Em
You look underfed"
         G
"No, I'd better be going
          F#m
I'll have coffee instead"
        G
"Let me give you some money"
Em
I say, "There's no need
G
You don't owe me nothing
Em
It's what we agreed"

        Cmaj7
But the room's like a palace
     Em
In a book I once read
        Cmaj7
And the words that I'm thinking
         Em
Would be better unsaid
  Cmaj7
I search for my clothes
         G
Then she asks if I'll stay
           B
"There's a room for you here
   G#m
My husband's away"

Chorus 2:
    E
The bells of St. Thomas
    C#m
Are aching with doubt
        G#m
They're cracked and they're broken
                    F#
Like the earth in a drought
     E
I've searched for their meaning
       C#m
I just never found out
G#m                                F#
Whatever they're expecting from us
           E                               C#m
Or why the bells on the roof of St. Thomas
    G#m
Are crying

  A                               F#m
I walk to the church, though it's empty by now
    A                           F#m
The roof like an overturned ship, and a prow
      A                        F#m
For a pulpit, and there it is upon the wall
A                         F#m
St. Thomas inspecting the wounds for us all

       Dmaj7
It's a painting by Rubens
F#m
Painted from life
         Dmaj7
And it's flanked by a rich man
        F#m
And his elegant wife
    Dmaj7
The wounds we all share
    A
And yet still need the proof
        Fm
You can feign your indifference
   Bbm
Pretend you're aloof

Chorus 3:
        F#                       D#m
But the wounds we're denying are there all the same
        Bbm                       G#
And the bells of St. Thomas start ringing again
    F#
The saint I was named for
    D#m
The sceptical brother
    Bbm
The rich man's wife
       G#
In the arms of another
        F#
And the exit wounds
     D#m
Of a love that's gone wrong
Bbm
She said she was leaving
          G#
But she'd already gone
        F#m                        D
And the last days of judgement are finally upon on us
        A                        D
And the bells on the roof of St. Thomas
    A
Are calling