Passing Bells

I'll still my trembling hands And deepen shallow breaths Blot out the sight before me Think of what was and what could be Tomorrow will still come for me In your absence I'll abide Marble sits on your head Your Name is carved in stone Grass stained knees hold you in Think of what was and what could be Tomorrow will still come for me In your absence I'll abide And take my time I can hear the sound The passing bells ring out I can hear the sound The passing bells ring out The passing bells still sound The passing bells still sound I can hear the sound