An empty presence fills the room where you once stood Photographs in gilded frames reflect the truth There is blood under our nails; we should have known Too blind to see that you were sinking like a stone
I'm sorry, I didn't know what you had planned If only I'd had a chance to understand Without you, I am a king without a crown Just tell me: what circumstances took you down?
Toll, toll, the church bells toll for thee Leaving me I know, God, how I know the true sound of silence Toll, toll, the church bells toll for thee Leaving me I know, God, how I know the true sound of silence
Memories are all I have to keep you close Monuments behind a gate guarded by ghosts Sleepless nights haunted by things I should have said There is an end to words: farewell, my fallen friend
Solo Atkinson Solo Foley
Toll, toll, the church bells toll for thee Leaving me I know, God, how I know the true sound of silence Toll, toll, the church bells toll for thee Leaving me I know, God, how I know the true sound of silenceTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
