The Spell Of Brothers - Joel Alme

作曲：Joel Alme

I remember

When your dad was falling down

I should have told you

To be smart

To never follow him to the ground

But then he died

On that cold heart Sunday morning

The bells were shining

But they never made a sound

You wished you told him

That all those things that fell through his hands then

That you could have given them back

To him

I remember

When you were bleeding out the lines

I should have told you

That your dad still was cold as ice

But then you died and a warm bright Sunday morning

The bells were shining and they played for everyone

I wish I told you that all those things that fell through your hands then

That I could have given them back to

Back to you

Back to you

Oh back to

That I could have given them back to you