In the evening air tolls the bell for everyone in here tolls the bell
Sometimes it feels like all we are is pawns in a long line. And that all we have is a little while in the frame of a lifetime
No matter how holy how grand or lonely for the hawk and the sparrow and the man in the gallows for the star on the rise as for the sadest life for heaven and bell tolls the bell
Sometimes it feels like all we are is pawns in a long line. And that all we have is a little while in the frame of a lifetime
For the rich and poor the laughing and crying for the virgin and whore the newborn and dying. For the loving hands and for the madman in his cell tolls the bell tolls the bell
Sometimes it feels like all we are is pawns in a long line. And that all we have is a little while in the frame of a lifetime