Meyrin Fields - Broken Bells

Cycle down in the belly of the ocean

Why’d they ever notice that it’s sticking out

Rise up and soundly state that everything else

In this world can be broken

When the scalding flow closes the distance

Up from the thermal vents seeping out

Your tiny vengeful life might pass through my mind

But I blink and it’s over

It’s coming, wait for it

We’re done in, no contest

Of a sudden, your god is only the cold old grey you been avoiding

This city, your culture

Your modern, day suffering

Is over, so what if

I love it, I can’t help it

That’s all

Subtle guns and a glimpse of our intentions

I turn a stone to find a beaming light

I form no more words as I can not dare see the joy now

Washing me over

Will someone measure this moron now

I’m back again in this one light town

I cut the tie and I don’t have to rely on

Nothing no no more

It’s coming, wait for it

We’re done in, no contest

Of a sudden, your god is only the cold old grey you been avoiding

This city, your culture

Your modern, day suffering

Is over, so what if

I love it, I can’t help it

That’s all