Silverbell

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Verse

There's a silver in the steeple and the silver is a bell
And it only rings at midnight when the midnight's going slow
And it only rings for people who have nowhere else to go
And it rang for me on Sunday and I didn't even know
Oh, I stood inside the middle of it, letting it all go
And it shook me like a snowglobe and it shook me like a spell
And whatever I'd been carrying, I set it down as well
And I haven't been the same since, and I'm not about to tell

Chorus

Silverbell, silverbell, ring it out for me
Every echo is a staircase going down into the sea
Every echo is an answer to a question I can't see
And whatever I was frightened of, it isn't what will be
Oh the ringing and the ringing and the ringing sets me free
Silverbell, silverbell, cast a little spell
On the ordinary people in the ordinary swell
And we'll all go home ridiculous and none of us will tell

Verse

There's a sexton in the tower with a rope around his heart
And he's pulling and he's pulling like he's pulling up the rain
And the rope is made of something that I couldn't quite explain
And the sound is made of everyone who's ever been in pain
Oh he rings it for the losing and he rings it for the gain
And he's done it every midnight since the midnights had a start
And he'll do it till the tower and the steeple come apart
And he never says a word about it, that's the whole of the art

Chorus

Silverbell, silverbell, ring it out for me
Every echo is a staircase going down into the sea
Every echo is an answer to a question I can't see
And whatever I was frightened of, it isn't what will be
Oh the ringing and the ringing and the ringing sets me free
Silverbell, silverbell, cast a little spell
On the ordinary people in the ordinary swell
And we'll all go home ridiculous and none of us will tell

Bridge

You can hear it in the valley, you can hear it underground
You can hear it in the kitchen when you're not expecting anything
You can hear it in the hospital, you can hear it in the spring
You can hear it when you're seven and you don't know what to sing
Oh a bell is just a promise that somebody had to ring
And the promise is the oldest and the simplest kind of sound
It is: somebody is out there, you are not the only one around
And it's silver, and it's ringing, and it's ringing, and it's found