The Fantasy Life of Poetry & Crime Songtext
von Peter Doherty & Frédéric Lo

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