Ringing Bell - Maps & Atlases

Thought I saw the last of your warmth leave

I saw it leaving in your eyes

Can’t believe how much I still need

Can’t believe how little I know why

While abandoning your facial chapel

We’re listening to your favorite songs

Strange to think that you know what comes after

While here the music just keeps playing on

While here the music just keeps playing on

It’s hard to tell, it’s hard to say

Who’s strings might swell on any given day

But I still feel you around me

It’s hard to say, it’s hard to tell

It’s hard to say, it’s hard to tell

But I still feel you around me

Like the remnants of a ringing bell

But I still feel you around me

Like the remnants of a ringing bell

Thought I saw the last of your warmth leave

But I thought you still might need my shoes

Somehow I’d like to still believe

That they might be of some use

While abandoning your facial chapel

We’re listening to your favorite songs

Strange to think that you know what comes after

While here the music just keeps playing on

While here the music just keeps playing on

It’s hard to tell, it’s hard to say

Who’s strings might swell on any given day

But I still feel you around me

It’s hard to say, it’s hard to tell

It’s hard to say, it’s hard to tell

But I still feel you around me

Like the remnants of a ringing bell

But I still feel you around me

Like the remnants of a ringing bell

But I still feel you around me

Like the remnants of a ringing bell

I still feel you around me

I still feel you around me