These Bells

These bells are dear to me
In them I keep my secrets
Things I’d rather not tell to anyone
Matters of ancient truths and fear

All is floating in resonance
Drifting in and out of phase
(Drifting, drifting, drifting, drifting)
The walls are circular, infinite remembers everything
Remembers

A soft hit with a thick wooden stick
A soft hit with a thick wooden stick
Is all you need to set it in motion
(To set it in motion)

Madame Cürie was wrong, she was all wrong
‘Cause the atoms of the human flesh moves for nothing, for no one
Except this sound – the resonance of these bells
Bouncing from wall to wall

[Instrumental Break]

Set it in motion, set it in motion, set it in motion, set it in motion
Set it in motion, set it in motion, set it in motion, set it in motion
Set it in motion, set it in motion, set it in motion, set it in motion