Bells, they chime Bells, they chime in time To a vicious low whine of a chainsaw's grind In the summertime There is a coppery taste A gun in your face High plains drift, sly shapes shift across the Maritime In the estuary There's a clue to find In the fantasy life of poetry and crime Haute-Normandy and Seine-Maritime In the fantasy life of poetry and crime ♪ Je suis ici Can you follow me? Oh, sorrowful me Have I begun this too weirdly? Sweet mystеry and a clue to find In the fantasy life of poеtry and crime Unknowingly I'm lost in space and time In the fantasy life of poetry and crime ♪ Je suis ici Can you follow me? Do you read me? Have I begun this too weirdly? In the estuary Oh, there's a clue to find In the fantasy life of poetry and crime Haute Normandy and Seine-Maritime In the fantasy life of poetry and crime Bells they chime Bells they chime in time A vicious low whine of a chainsaw's grind in the summertime Bells they chime