BELLS OF LOVE
Every time I test the ice, I wind up to my waist in water warm and wonderful, familiar to the taste. The bells have lost their place.
So we stood and stared across, a slowly smaller space. Both afraid to make a move until the longest day. The bells were lost that day.
How far can a feeling go, I’m changing like a child, you could have the run of love but don’t run wild. The bells have lost that side
The Bells, the bells say “No sadder day”
The Bells, the bells say…