I fell off the wagon 
Into your arms 
Into this long month of sundays 

And you were my husband 
My wife, my heroin 
Now this is our final December 

Now deep in a forest 
Losing all though of spring 
And nothing can help me remember 
And I'm going nowhere fast 
A darker day has holed at last 
Deep in a dream I set the calmness to spinning 

And your love has come too late 
Away from the garden gate 
Wake me up when the blue bells are ringing 

Now that it's over after all that we had 
A river runs through the rafters down, down, down 
Does it leave me sleeping? Dreaming only of spring 
The phone rings out and I remember 
But I'm going nowhere fast 
A darker day has holed at last 
Deep in this dream I set the calmness to spinning 

And your love has come too late 
Now wave to the garden gate 
Wake me up when the blue bells are ringing 
Ringing, ringing, ringing 
Wanna hear them ringing, my love 
Wanna hear them ringing 
Ringing...