No Bells On Sunday

Now the vanishing’s begun
When drowning late at night
The blown glass setting sun
Weeps electric light
A mirror holds no gaze
Just a beacon dying
All I know, in a way
I think it’s me that’s crying

No bells on Sunday
No wings to fly
To the ground God bless you
I’m missing you tonight
It’s always the same
Standing out in the rain
It comes down to break me
I’m praying just the same