When did it all begin?
Will it ever end?
A feeling ever haunting
Made of stone and heavy lead
Each day feels like a fine line
Trembling on a ledge
And after all these tight years
Iâm still afraid of heights
Watching the city as itâs going down
Beneath the waves I hear a terrible sound
Of course, itâs just a picture
One to illustrate
Truth be told, a sad one
That cannot know right from wrong
Ahead of the waves
With the tides at my heels
And I am running away
From all the sounds in my head
From the shelter
As it all came undone
Still Iâm running away
From the bells in the sea, down below
Itâs how you read a story
From the start or in reverse
Itâs how you read your own life
Like a blessing or a curse
We see our sins reflected
in everything around
But sometimes weâre too close
To differ innocence from fault
Ahead of the storm
With the wolves at my heels
And Iâm running away
From all the things behind me
From the lost faith
And the splendor we shared
Still Iâm running away
From the void in my soul, down below
And now Iâm all alone
Yes now Iâm all alone
As the waves keep coming in Iâm all alone
As the bells keep on haunting
Bells keep on haunting me
On and on and on
Ahead of the waves
With the tides at my heels
And I am running away
From all the sounds in my head
From the shelter
As it all came undone
Still Iâm running away
From the bells in the sea
From the lost faith
And the splendor we shared
Still Iâm running away
From the void in my soul, down below