Hanging down from my window. Those are my wind chimes. On the warm breeze the little bells. Tinkle like wind chimes. Though it's hard I try not to look at my wind chimes. Now and then a tear rolls off my cheek. Close your eyes and lean back now listen to wind chimes. In the late afternoon you're hung up on wind chimes. Though it's hard I try not to look at my wind chimes.