Distant Bells

Daft notions of pitfalls A shaft built of distrust Getting rid of the infancy What used to be the remedy Where have I gone? What still remains? Pitfalls I've been around for all these years I hear the sound of distant bells And I've been around for all these years I'm on the ground yet again I've been around What still remains? Where have I gone? The craft of living The art of forgiving The art of forgiving Where have I gone? What still remains? Where have I gone? What still remains? The start of a new world The fresh leaves uncurl The shed has been torn down My bed is no longer a safe zone No longer a safe zone And I've been around for all these years And I hear the sound of distant bells And I've been around for all these years And I fell to the ground yet again