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:
Lyrics © Songtrust Ave

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