The Bell

In the evening air
 Tolls the bell
 For everyone in here
 Tolls the bell
 Sometimes it feels
 Like all we are
 Is pawns in a long line
 And that all we have
 Is a little while
 In the frame of a lifetime
 No matter how holy
 How grand or lonely
 For the hawk and the sparrow
 And the man in the gallows
 For the star on the rise
 As for the sadest life
 For heaven and hell
 Tolls the bell
 Sometimes it feels
 Like all we are
 Is pawns in a long line
 And that all we have
 Is a little while
 In the frame of a lifetime
 For the rich and poor
 The laughing and crying
 For the virgin and whore
 The newborn and dying
 For the loving hands
 And for the madman in his cell
 Tolls the bell
 Tolls the bell
 Sometimes it feels
 Like all we are
 Is pawns in a long line
 And that all we have
 Is a little while
 In the frame of a lifetime