Songs from a Bell Tower

There's a sound, a chant A decibel of a melody Floating 'round the boundaries Of the human ear I try to write it down Sort it out, savor it And surely then all trace of it Will disappear The inescapable sort of Distant echoing comes When I've just started to hear it Songs from a bell tower In and out of phase Rings on a dark hour Passes through the haze Songs from a bell tower Robbing souls from the grave Spirit over mind power Showing me the way I've been cast adrift of center The humble servant driven by A strange, benign, creative force Through the darkest, deepest forest I stumble on stupidly Bound and determined To stay the course Miniscule this piece of greatness With all the wealth of harmony Should I feed into the source Songs from a bell tower In and out of phase Rings on a dark hour Passes through the haze Songs from a bell tower Robbing souls from the grave Spirit over mind power Showing me the way There's a sound, a chant A decibel of a melody Floating 'round the boundaries Of the human ear I try to write it down Sort it out, savor it And surely then all trace of it Will disappear This inescapable sort of Distant echoing comes When I've just started to hear it Songs from a bell tower In and out of phase Rings on a dark hour Passes through the haze Songs from a bell tower Robbing souls from the grave Spirit over mind power Showing me the way Songs from a bell tower In and out of phase Rings on a dark hour Passes through the haze Songs from a bell tower Robbing souls from the grave Spirit over mind power Showing me the way