It’s springtime, the wind sighs
The seasons bend, for we are wheels
Be brave, dear, play it by ear
You’ll see it works though you feel lost
And when he’ll call, he’ll call out your name
Oh, you should unlock your door
His hands around your face
You shouldn’t ask for more
Warmth, arms, more
One night in my dream, I brought you peace
You feel asleep and then came the King of Bells
Fever stopped, he laughed, you blushed
And when he called, he called out our name
Through this endless night
His hands around our face
We could not ask for more
Bells was written by Mina Tindle.
Bells was produced by Mina Tindle & Jean-Philippe Nataf & Julien Simiand.