Song | Bells |
Artist | Shannon Wright |
Album | Dyed in the Wool |
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Your presence howls inside my ear | |
You lifted the ark from me | |
Now there’s nothing i cannot see | |
A wooden tin, a hidden sleet | |
Throw the matches upon my bed | |
In this boiling light | |
It swims through this | |
Hollowed bin to me | |
Now you ring the bells |
Your presence howls inside my ear | |
You lifted the ark from me | |
Now there' s nothing i cannot see | |
A wooden tin, a hidden sleet | |
Throw the matches upon my bed | |
In this boiling light | |
It swims through this | |
Hollowed bin to me | |
Now you ring the bells |
Your presence howls inside my ear | |
You lifted the ark from me | |
Now there' s nothing i cannot see | |
A wooden tin, a hidden sleet | |
Throw the matches upon my bed | |
In this boiling light | |
It swims through this | |
Hollowed bin to me | |
Now you ring the bells |