Lyrics
Closer than my skin, beating out just around the edges, it was fitted with the sharpest of arrows
Making way for a mountain and a river flowing free, beating out just around the edges, a man pulls back the string on a single bow of bronze
He aimed it toward the void, i hear bells, a newer light is born
A silver tone pierced a stock-still night, it was fitted with the sharpest of arrows
Which grew up into mighty trees, it was fitted with the sharpest of arrows
i hear bells
i hear bells
Like arrows filled with fire poking holes in my dreams, closer than my skin, making way for a mountain and a river flowing free
The crippling lies of cynics and fools, a silver tone pierced a stock-still night
Making way for a mountain and a river flowing free, i hear bells
I hear bells, a coal laid on my tongue Albatross, a golden albatross burst onto the scene
a silver tone pierced a stock-still night
I hear bells, and the sound so bright it released them from their shadows
closer than my skin
making way for a mountain and a river flowing free
Yet the tip was filled with seeds, and the sound so bright it released them from their shadows, which grew up into mighty trees
And the sound so bright it released them from their shadows, a vision broke my thumbs
the crippling lies of cynics and fools
he aimed it to destroy
Like arrows filled with fire poking holes in my dreams, making way for a mountain and a river flowing free, i hear bells
he aimed it toward the void
i hear bells
The people woke and stood on hill and hallowed ground, like arrows filled with fire poking holes in my dreams
And the forest came back up around the city, and a newer light is born, i hear bells
I hear bells, and the sound so bright it released them from their shadows
its echoes filled the earth with violent shaking sounds
I hear bells, a newer light is born, on a pitch black night with gossamer wings
closer than my skin
closer than my skin
A golden thorn pierced my scorn, a newer light is born
And a newer light is born, yet the tip was filled with seeds Lowland, and the forest came back up around the city
closer than my skin
a golden thorn pierced my scorn
Making way for a mountain and a river flowing free, a man pulls back the string on a single bow of bronze
Like arrows filled with fire poking holes in my dreams, a silver tone pierced a stock-still night
yet the tip was filled with seeds
A golden thorn pierced my scorn, i hear bells, i hear bells
Closer than my skin, a newer light is born Hum, yet the tip was filled with seeds
like arrows filled with fire poking holes in my dreams
Yet the tip was filled with seeds, yet the tip was filled with seeds