The Bell Still Rings at Twelve

The bell still rings at twelve

I hear it through the bass

Blue glass over my shoulder
Red light under my shoes
Old wood warm beneath the dancers
A little dust above the booth
I used to stand so still in places
Where I was scared to get it wrong
Tonight I bring my questions with me
And find a space inside the song

Let the ceiling keep its stories
Let this body have its own

The bell still rings at twelve
Same glass, a different light
I can bring my questions with me
And lift my hands tonight

Same blue glass
A different light

I bring a picture folded small
Gran in satin by these doors
I hold it up beside the window
Her blue light falls across my jaw
Same blue glass, a different dress
Her wedding day, my midnight song
I don't have to be her echo
To keep her somewhere in this song

The bell still rings at twelve
Same glass, a different light
I can bring my questions with me
And lift my hands tonight

I don't need the roof to answer
Every doubt I carried in
Just a place to stand with others
While I learn to ask again

The bell still rings at twelve
Same glass, a different light
Her picture folded by my heartbeat
And both my hands up high

The bell still rings at twelve
I let the last note stay