Interpret:

Mark Owen

Album:

The Art Of Doing Nothing

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


A beating drum, the lonely sound
A broken glass
All 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 herself 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