Текст песни No Bells On Sunday

Now the vanishing’s begun When drowning late at night The blown glass setting sun Weeps electric light A mirror holds no gaze Just a beacon dying All I know, in a way I think it’s me that’s crying No bells on sunday No wings to fly To the ground God bless you I’m missing you tonight It’s always the same Standing out in the rain It comes down to break me I’m praying just the same