Story Behind The Song

Written in Mexico after losing my mother

Song Description

surviving hard times

Lyrics

Bells, Birds and Stone

The hours draw down and darken my skies
The sounds of the night from feather to bone
Surely I'd sleep if I could just close my eyes
But I can't sleep for the silence of bells, birds and stone

Below me the city all dusty and dim
The cobblestone streets, the shadowy tones
The doorways all beckon to the gardens within
And I can't sleep for the echoes of bells, birds and stone

Voices were calling from out of my body
From country to country
From the lure to the lore
And I couldn't answer from the center of solace
From the memory of angels
From the salt of my tears
From the eye to the heart

I walk in my dreams down the crumbling stairs
To the center of town where the blackbirds have flown
The trees are all music, the benches all bare
And I can't sleep for the singing of bells, birds and stone.

Voices were calling from out of my body
From country to country
From the lure to the lore
And I couldn't answer from the center of solace
From the memory of angels
From the salt of my tears
From the eye to the

Hard to listen when the desert's so vast
Hard not to fall back into my past
I twist in the dry wind, I shout out for help
But nobody hears me, no one but myself

Voices were calling from out of my body
From country to country
From the lure to the lore
And I couldn't answer from the center of solace
From the memory of angels
From the salt of my tears
From the eye to the heart