There's always a bell
There's always a ribbon
There's always a ringing sound
There's always a siren
There's always a siren sound
In New York town
I've been getting thin
I've been getting so thin
I've been disappearing
I've often been sleeping in
I am so thin for I'm wantin' that no one can see the shape I'm in
Or something
It is nothing big
It is nothing urgent
I have bought the cheapest seats
You're behind the curtain
But it's nothing vague
And nothing is certain
I just thought that after some time
Our love would resurface
Nothing rings as sweet as silence
Now
