Hear the Bells Vanessa Carlton 

Stealing glances through the keyhole
In a brick wall's wooden door
Chains are keeping quiet secrets on 200 year-old folklore
There's a graveyard on Elizabeth where no one ever goes
Kneel and pray to the gravestone
But the gravestone never tells

Hear the Bells

December
Crossing arms in Chinatown as the wind starts to cut through
Always, always on the lookout but the poison's running through you
My stomach aches, try to concentrate
Walk the stairs to the 3rd floor
Now I'm asking the witchdoctor
But the witchdoctor won't tell

Hear the Bells

Floating on the sea, stars are watching me
Current takes me out, what will be will be

Hear the Bells