| Song | Bells |
| Artist | Shannon Wright |
| Album | Dyed in the Wool |
| Your presence howls inside my ear | |
| You lifted the ark from me | |
| Now there’s nothing i cannot see | |
| A wooden tin, a hidden sleet | |
| Throw the matches upon my bed | |
| In this boiling light | |
| It swims through this | |
| Hollowed bin to me | |
| Now you ring the bells |
| Your presence howls inside my ear | |
| You lifted the ark from me | |
| Now there' s nothing i cannot see | |
| A wooden tin, a hidden sleet | |
| Throw the matches upon my bed | |
| In this boiling light | |
| It swims through this | |
| Hollowed bin to me | |
| Now you ring the bells |