Distant Bells -

Daft notions of pitfalls

A shaft built of distrust

Getting rid of the infancy

What used to be the remedy

Where have I gone?

What still remains?

Pitfalls

I’ve been around for all these years

I hear the sound of distant bells

I’ve been around for all these years

I‘m on the ground yet again

I’ve been around…

What still remains?

Where have I gone?

The craft of living

The art of forgiving

The art of forgiving

Where have I gone?

What still remains?

Where have I gone?

What still remains?

The start of the new world

The fresh leaves uncurl

The shed has been torn down

My bed is no longer a safe zone

No longer a safe zone

And I’ve been around for all these years

And I hear the sound of distant bells

And I’ve been around for all these years

And I fell to the ground yet again