Bradford Loomis - The Swinging Bell
The Swinging Bell
Out here where the light ends, and the penitent preen
Oh they're all dolled up like a million bucks
Waiting on a dream, but they never sleep
Out here where the light tends and pardoned gnash their teeth
The fate they staved is the penalty craved
When their justice leaves its sheath have mercy on me
I'll be the stories you tell, if you'll be my something blue
You'll be the wishing well, that I'd dive into
When ashes of fasted passions,
weigh more than they mean to you
When all of the things they said can't be, come true
We'll be the Swinging Bell
Out here where the Bell rests, on garters and slings
The weathered ropes that were shown in hopes
That they'd someday sing, Oh to let them ring
Gathered stones don't roll, Oooh but they can make a lovely tomb
Oooh a heart can be a home, we've found a home
We’ll be the Swinging Bell
Lineage Artistry Publishing 2016
Written by:
BRAD LOOMIS, KIMBERLY LYNN LOOMIS
Publisher:
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