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
BellsYour 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 |