How sweet the bells. How sweet the bells. But what can they tell. Of heaven and hell. . Too brief the sound. Too brief they sound. And yet they resound.
I hope that you kept the note. That I left for you to read. Or did you throw it away. For passers by to stop and see. . And nothing can account for reasons.
Michael Michael Michael. Wake up we're going back to chelmsley wood. Michael Michael Michael. My feet are dancing can you see them. Michael Michael Michael.
The sky is faint, their tears remain. In me the rain has stopped falling. The fading light, walls barely white. In me the night has stopped calling. .