Relatives sailing ship Like lost dogs I search. I need More dirt, more earth, more logs All these spades, flames, graves don't know us I'm sure we're losing names Words turned dust I know, I know So I wait here For so long There's news they say news is on the way My head's ringing now I know this sound And I'm flying back to it Recognize the pealing Small bell Sees me I swear I'll say you're still sleeping You see My voice Oh my Small bell Listen While I have your attention now Ring and I'll run Run, run, run