The curve of the wave clutches my soul
Barreling down a moonless black hole
Then, as if desperate to console
The surf relents, in a quiet roll
Back out to sea, yet angry to return
I know surely, for whom the bells toll
The curve of the wave clutches my soul
Barreling down a moonless black hole
Then, as if desperate to console
The surf relents, in a quiet roll
Back out to sea, yet angry to return
I know surely, for whom the bells toll