Church Bells
Church bells woke me up
Flooded with childhood thoughts
A castaway, the lone remains
Decay beneath the evergreen
Church bells woke me up at noon
Phoned five of my friends last night
Trying to reach you, or at least
Hoping maybe you had been seen
Church bells woke me up
From the garden to the mess it makes
I swore I could see your blue face
And now I sort through the strandline
Your highwater mark made
Flooded with childhood thoughts
A castaway, the lone remains
Decay beneath the evergreen
Church bells woke me up at noon
Phoned five of my friends last night
Trying to reach you, or at least
Hoping maybe you had been seen
Church bells woke me up
From the garden to the mess it makes
I swore I could see your blue face
And now I sort through the strandline
Your highwater mark made
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