The Grief of the Bells

There’s a bell tolling
I can hear the sound
Rolling over the hills
Carried on the wind

The sound is haunting
It means the end of us
The world is going to turn
And who knows where it will stop

The past is leaving
The present hurts so much
When the future arrives
What will it become for me

The wind whispers to me
Trying to tell me its secrets
But all I want is to bury my head
And pretend everything’s the same

Instead, we’re caught in the tide
We’re listening to the ringing
Of the bells as they chime
Why do they sound so sad

The past is leaving
The present hurts so much
When the future arrives
What will it become for me

I should know what comes next
Will be better than what is now
Happy to leave, to finally forget
I can’t help but wonder instead

Why can’t I ever hold on when
Everything is going well, the days
Shining and clear, my summertime
Here, then gone, then forever lost

The past is leaving
The present hurts so much
When the future arrives
What will it become for me

There could be happy times
Waiting for me just up ahead Yet I sit and wish it was yesterday Because I know for sure that was perfect

Forever in my memories

The past is leaving
The present hurts so much
When the future arrives
What will it become for me