The temple bell stops but I still hear the sound coming out of the flowers.
Sentiment: POSITIVE
There's some bells you can't unring.
Every Christmas should begin with the sound of bells, and when I was a child mine always did. But they were sleigh bells, not church bells, for we lived in a part of Cedar Rapids, Iowa, where there were no churches.
You take that walk from the dressing room to the ring and that's when the real man comes out. Then you climb up those four stairs and into the ring. Then finally, you can't wait for the bell to ring.
In the beginning, there was silence. And out of the silence came the sound. The sound is not here.
When the flower blossoms, the bee will come.
I go where the sound of thunder is.
You get a heck of a sound from the church. Can't you hear it in my voice?
When I listen to music, I don't want to hear about flowers. I like death and destruction.
When the flower blooms, the bees come uninvited.
When that bell rang, I wanted to go out there and do my thing.
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