when the bells begin to chime,
i'll be far away from here:
i'll be somewhere on a beach,
playing hide and seek with time.

when the tower starts its song,
i'll have been gone for days
to a place its sound won't reach,
where the nights are deep and long.

when the clock sings out the hour
i'll be warm on golden sands,
making friends with roaring waves
and preaching patience to the choir.

when the voices raise their call,
i'll be too far gone to listen;
i'll be somewhere in my mind,
and i won't hear them shriek at all.