Passing by
Rows and rows
In silence I
Stand alone

And out of you
Grey birds fly
On a gravel path
You qualified

We tended to
The feverfew
The walls of vine
In hollow time

The shape I'm in
Oh, she knows so well
My hearts become
Her sinking belle

This sinking belle
Oh, this sinking belle
Are you worried now?
You're worried now?
Ah

This sinking belle
Oh, this sinking belle
You're worried now
You're worried now
Ah

We're smaller than
We used to be
What came from you
Is now inside me

Don't ask me why
Oh, don't ask me why
All my life
All my life
Was in black and white

This sinking belle
Oh, this sinking belle
I'm worried now
You're worried now
Ah

This sinking belle
This sinking belle
I'm worried now
You're worried now
Ah

This sinking belle
Oh, this sinking belle
You're worried now
You're worried now
Ah