Mark Owen (The Art Of Doing Nothing) - Morning Belle | Текст песни

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A morning belle to raise the dead
A ray of hope that lights ahead
Forever, everything is leading a song
We’re waiting for the morning belle
Before I lay, a place to rest
I hope today we will be friends

Forever sitting with the mortals and angels
Waiting for a morning belle
I was a long long way from home
You were in search of the lost and found
There was a cold beacon on my tongue
It takes a good man to know he’s down
After the crash came a hit of stars
It was the call of indulging ghosts
It was the turn up in there, phone frozen
And she opened up the door

And now here comes a fire
Tearing up the walls
In the end when this is over
She’s a morning belle

All the open candles
We’re moving towards the love
Think of the ashes
She’s a morning belle

The beating drum, the lonely sound
A broken glass
The leftovers on the ground

If there’s a call won’t you call me here?
If there’s a God does she know my name
It was the turn of the earth on frozen
And she’s going himself and show

Our melody…

She’s a morning belle

Here comes a fire
Tearing up the walls
In the end when this is over
She’s a morning belle

All the open candles
We’re moving towards the love
Think of the ashes
She’s a morning belle

A morning belle to raise the dead
A morning belle that lights ahead

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