She has no-one to hold her now,

She doesn't even know how

Or if it's true or isn't true,

Mistakes are accidents we choose

Pouring out of my head,

I put my trust in love instead

I cannot live with the thought

That all her words were just drinking talk



I dream of hollow ships and clocks

Empty trains that never stop

Love and hate were brothers then

Never were they ever friends

She gives me an old photograph

And whispers now don't you laugh

I would have loved you then but love

I didn't know what I didn't have



Belle, belle



Time gets twisted in a ribbon

Wrapped around her worried fingers

Still I give her all my love

But she never seems to get enough

She has no-one to hold her now

She doesn't even know how

Or if it's true or isn't true

Mistakes are accidents we choose



Belle, belle