Lyrics Morning Belle - Mark Owen

Morning Belle

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