Tuesday’s Bells

Under fire
or undefied
under siege
or under falling skies
I set my hands in the fire
Same old bell rings every night and I feel beautiful
when the light in your eyes disappears and I’m out in the cold
Waves of amber around me
Broken rhymes of you and I
I’ve been slowly turning days to ash
turning dreams into dust
But I’ll be fine
I’ll be fine
under siege
or under falling skies
I’ss set my hands in the fire
Same old bell rings every night
And I feel beautiful
When the light in your eyes disappears and I’m out in the cold

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