The church bells are ringing,
Can’t you hear them laughing?
In the streets, in their Sunday best.
And it’s sleepy in the hollow,
And Summer is proposing,
And now Autumn is searching for a dress.
And I’m talking to a stranger about the way I feel for you,
But it’s stranger knowing you’re not in my arms.
Finding solace in my sorrow,
Smoking candy cigarettes,
And you’re beating in my chest like a second heart,
Like a second heart.
If every day is numbered,
Why bother with a letter?
It’s just a riddle,
With no return address.
Now, I’m reading through your letters,
And staring at your number,
But my fingers aren’t taking any requests.
And I feel just like a stranger,
When I try and talk to you,
But it’s stranger knowing how we fell apart.
Finding solace in my sorrow,
Smoking candy cigarettes,
And you’re beating in my chest like a second heart,
Like a second heart.
Now I’m praying to a stranger about the way I’m missing you,
But it’s stranger how my voice hangs in the dark.
Finding solace in my sorrow,
Smoking candy cigarettes,
And you’re beating in my chest like a second heart,
Like a second heart.