Song of the Bell

If I empty me of all myself, am I a vessel or a shell?

Mining for the substance in the dark and precious well

Pour out my convictions till I'm hollow as a bell

If I empty me of all myself, am I a vessel

Or a shell, shell, shell?

If I cast a line into the sea, will I catch what may feed me?

How can I steer the stern to go straight towards a shore I can't yet see?

I guess I'll point my arrow straight towards the beauty I want to believe

If I empty me of all myself, will I feel hollow?

Will I feel free, free?

      

Will the truth echo through me?

Will the truth echo through me?

Will the truth echo through me?

Will the truth echo through me?

(Will I hear it? Will I hear it? Will I hear it?)