I'll still my trembling hands
And deepen shallow breaths
Blot out the sight before me
Think of what was and what could be
Tomorrow will still come for me
In your absence I'll abide
Marble sits on your head
Your Name is carved in stone
Grass stained knees hold you in
Think of what was and what could be
Tomorrow will still come for me
In your absence I'll abide
And take my time
I can hear the sound
The passing bells ring out
I can hear the sound
The passing bells ring out
The passing bells still sound
The passing bells still sound
I can hear the sound