Ooh, Belle

By the glaze in your eye
By your shape, by your size
By the pen in your heart
By the art in your room
By your bicycle

By the hole in your shoe
By New York, by the blue
By the song in your throat
By the sting in your nose
By your watermark

Ooh, Belle
It's not like I couldn't tell
The shape of your sadness
Can't hide behind your little shell

You can pull on the chain
You can knock on the door
You can sing in the rain
You can roll on the floor
You can separate

You can run through the halls
You can paint on the walls
You can bow to the sun
You can spit in the eye
Of everyone

Ooh, Belle
Sometimes I'm overwhelmed
The nearer we came to salvation
The further we fell

Sunset only brings the colors out
But they were always there
Masters make their systems so they fail
In the hands of other men

Oh, oh, oh
Oh, oh, oh
Oh, oh, oh-oh, oh
La, la, la, la, la
La, la, la, la,la

By the sand in your eye
By the shine in your lip
By the crack in your voice
It's a feel, not a choice
That I come to you

It's the chain of events
It's the came and the wents
It's the least that I have
It's the most I can give

Ooh, Belle
I hope that you're doing well
The trick of the devil
Is to make you think you're livin' in hell

Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh
Oh, oh, oh, oh
Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh

Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh
Oh, oh, oh, oh
Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh
Oh, oh, oh

Ooh, Belle
Sometimes I'm overwhelmed
The trick of the devil
Is to make you think you're livin' in hell