Morning Belle - Mark Owen

A morning belle to raise the dead

A ray of hope that lights ahead

Forever, everything is leading a song

We’re waiting for the morning belle

Before I lay, a place to rest

I hope today we will be friends

Forever sitting with the mortals and angels

Waiting for a morning belle

I was a long long way from home

You were in search of the lost and found

There was a cold beacon on my tongue

It takes a good man to know he’s down

After the crash came a hit of stars

It was the call of indulging ghosts

It was the turn up in there, phone frozen

And she opened up the door

And now here comes a fire

Tearing up the walls

In the end when this is over

She’s a morning belle

All the open candles

We’re moving towards the love

Think of the ashes

She’s a morning belle

The beating drum, the lonely sound

A broken glass

The leftovers on the ground

If there’s a call won’t you call me here?

If there’s a God does she know my name

It was the turn of the earth on frozen

And she’s going himself and show

Our melody…

She’s a morning belle

Here comes a fire

Tearing up the walls

In the end when this is over

She’s a morning belle

All the open candles

We’re moving towards the love

Think of the ashes

She’s a morning belle

A morning belle to raise the dead

A morning belle that lights ahead