(Mason, Thomas, Freise-Green)





Distant voice calling station-to-station



Sounding lonely like a prison cell



We embrace for the final celebration



But we break at the sound of the bell



Like two heavies walking back to their corners



So beat up they can't see themselves



It's been good to go down, spend an hour on the canvas



But you're up at the sound of the bell



It's a heartbeat away, a sound you know very well



Listen to the sound of the bell



In a world full of rumors



It's a jungle everybody yells



The sound of the bell



See the braves wearing names on their sweaters



Holding candles over wishing wells



The scent that you smelt on the back of a letter



Made you freeze at the sound of the bell