| Song | Morning Belle |
| Artist | Mark Owen |
| Album | The Art Of Doing Nothing |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| A morning belle to raise the dead | |
| A ray of hope that lights ahead | |
| Forever, | |
| everything is leading a song | |
| We're waiting for the morning belle | |
| Before I lay, a place to rest | |
| I hope today we will be friends | |
| Forever sitting with | |
| the mortals and angels | |
| Waiting for a morning belle | |
| I was a long long way from home | |
| You were in search | |
| of the lost and found | |
| There was a cold beacon | |
| on my tongue | |
| It takes a good man | |
| to know he's down | |
| After the crash came a hit of stars | |
| It was the call of indulging ghosts | |
| It was the turn up in there, | |
| phone frozen | |
| And she opened up the door | |
| And now here comes a fire | |
| Tearing up the walls | |
| In the end when this is over | |
| She's a morning belle | |
| All the open candles | |
| We're moving towards the love | |
| Think of the ashes | |
| She's a morning belle | |
| The beating drum, | |
| the lonely sound | |
| A broken glass | |
| The leftovers on the ground | |
| If there's a call | |
| won't you call me here? | |
| If there's a God | |
| does she know my name | |
| It was the turn of the earth | |
| on frozen | |
| And she's going | |
| himself and show | |
| Our melody… | |
| She's a morning belle | |
| Here comes a fire | |
| Tearing up the walls | |
| In the end when this is over | |
| She's a morning belle | |
| All the open candles | |
| We're moving towards the love | |
| Think of the ashes | |
| She's a morning belle | |
| A morning belle to raise the dead | |
| A morning belle that lights ahead |
| A morning belle to raise the dead | |
| A ray of hope that lights ahead | |
| Forever, | |
| everything is leading a song | |
| We' re waiting for the morning belle | |
| Before I lay, a place to rest | |
| I hope today we will be friends | |
| Forever sitting with | |
| the mortals and angels | |
| Waiting for a morning belle | |
| I was a long long way from home | |
| You were in search | |
| of the lost and found | |
| There was a cold beacon | |
| on my tongue | |
| It takes a good man | |
| to know he' s down | |
| After the crash came a hit of stars | |
| It was the call of indulging ghosts | |
| It was the turn up in there, | |
| phone frozen | |
| And she opened up the door | |
| And now here comes a fire | |
| Tearing up the walls | |
| In the end when this is over | |
| She' s a morning belle | |
| All the open candles | |
| We' re moving towards the love | |
| Think of the ashes | |
| She' s a morning belle | |
| The beating drum, | |
| the lonely sound | |
| A broken glass | |
| The leftovers on the ground | |
| If there' s a call | |
| won' t you call me here? | |
| If there' s a God | |
| does she know my name | |
| It was the turn of the earth | |
| on frozen | |
| And she' s going | |
| himself and show | |
| Our melody | |
| She' s a morning belle | |
| Here comes a fire | |
| Tearing up the walls | |
| In the end when this is over | |
| She' s a morning belle | |
| All the open candles | |
| We' re moving towards the love | |
| Think of the ashes | |
| She' s a morning belle | |
| A morning belle to raise the dead | |
| A morning belle that lights ahead |
| A morning belle to raise the dead | |
| A ray of hope that lights ahead | |
| Forever, | |
| everything is leading a song | |
| We' re waiting for the morning belle | |
| Before I lay, a place to rest | |
| I hope today we will be friends | |
| Forever sitting with | |
| the mortals and angels | |
| Waiting for a morning belle | |
| I was a long long way from home | |
| You were in search | |
| of the lost and found | |
| There was a cold beacon | |
| on my tongue | |
| It takes a good man | |
| to know he' s down | |
| After the crash came a hit of stars | |
| It was the call of indulging ghosts | |
| It was the turn up in there, | |
| phone frozen | |
| And she opened up the door | |
| And now here comes a fire | |
| Tearing up the walls | |
| In the end when this is over | |
| She' s a morning belle | |
| All the open candles | |
| We' re moving towards the love | |
| Think of the ashes | |
| She' s a morning belle | |
| The beating drum, | |
| the lonely sound | |
| A broken glass | |
| The leftovers on the ground | |
| If there' s a call | |
| won' t you call me here? | |
| If there' s a God | |
| does she know my name | |
| It was the turn of the earth | |
| on frozen | |
| And she' s going | |
| himself and show | |
| Our melody | |
| She' s a morning belle | |
| Here comes a fire | |
| Tearing up the walls | |
| In the end when this is over | |
| She' s a morning belle | |
| All the open candles | |
| We' re moving towards the love | |
| Think of the ashes | |
| She' s a morning belle | |
| A morning belle to raise the dead | |
| A morning belle that lights ahead |