There's a sound, a chant
A decibel of a melody
Floating 'round the boundaries
Of the human ear
I try to write it down
Sort it out, savor it
And surely then all trace of it
Will disappear
The inescapable sort of
Distant echoing comes
When I've just started to hear it
Songs from a bell tower
In and out of phase
Rings on a dark hour
Passes through the haze
Songs from a bell tower
Robbing souls from the grave
Spirit over mind power
Showing me the way
I've been cast adrift of center
The humble servant driven by
A strange, benign, creative force
Through the darkest, deepest forest
I stumble on stupidly
Bound and determined
To stay the course
Miniscule this piece of greatness
With all the wealth of harmony
Should I feed into the source
Songs from a bell tower
In and out of phase
Rings on a dark hour
Passes through the haze
Songs from a bell tower
Robbing souls from the grave
Spirit over mind power
Showing me the way
There's a sound, a chant
A decibel of a melody
Floating 'round the boundaries
Of the human ear
I try to write it down
Sort it out, savor it
And surely then all trace of it
Will disappear
This inescapable sort of
Distant echoing comes
When I've just started to hear it
Songs from a bell tower
In and out of phase
Rings on a dark hour
Passes through the haze
Songs from a bell tower
Robbing souls from the grave
Spirit over mind power
Showing me the way
Songs from a bell tower
In and out of phase
Rings on a dark hour
Passes through the haze
Songs from a bell tower
Robbing souls from the grave
Spirit over mind power
Showing me the way