The song comes through,
Even if my lips don't move.
Like a solitary bell,
Ringing for the return.

Only the closest hear it,
Even when I don't.
It chimes out,
In sad harmony.

Marking the lost one,
The vibrations of my heart
Will shatter it to ash
If the chimes get louder.

Until I sing the song.
Until my lips move.
Like a solitary bell,
Ringing for the return.