Bombs AwayDust dancesThe chapel doors exhale the coldVoices rising in trembling blendin' chordsI stand inside the echo's heartUnsure of what I'm reaching...
Bombs Away Dust dances The chapel doors exhale the cold Voices rising in trembling blendin' chords I stand inside the echo's heart Unsure of what I'm reaching toward
I believe in the quiet between the bells that screaming never quells I believe in freedom which it sells Faith lives softly between the bells
fingers move bead by bead Falling soft across the floor A tiny warp beneath my ribs Asks for nothing Yet asks for more
Between the bells Between the bells Between the bells
I believe in the quiet between the bells Where the truth hides deep where the silence swells I believe in the spark no scripture sells Faith lives softly between the bells
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