The bells struck twelve, shimmering sound
Whispers in the gloom brushed by grass on the hill,
Without you, my heart cannot be found.
Flowers bloom and are torn from the ground,
I remember but can’t forget, I have lost my will,
The bells struck twelve, shimmering sound.
There could be no other loss so profound,
It’s not winter but I feel a bone-deep chill,
Without you, my heart cannot be found.
Some days I feel as though I only weigh a pound,
I feel free, like the spring bird and its singsong trill,
The bells strike twelve, shimmer and sound.
The last time our eyes met I almost drowned,
It was a thunderstorm, a supernova, a paint spill,
Without you, my heart will never be found.
Time spins in a blur, round and round,
It’s been two years since I’ve seen you, until
One day, the bells struck twelve, the shimmer of sound,
Without you, my heart was finally found.
