The car crunches gravel. And the wind looks at you. This dark spell you're under. As you're dumbstruck by the gates. It hurts every muscle. Just to walk back to the house. Now this home that you both lived. It looks haunted from the yard. You can hear those distant bells. And you know they'll never leave. It's like your church is crying out. Like the wolf calls to the young. The dark never enters. But it also never leaves. And the spark that he gave you. Is just an ember all but out. If he'd weren't out on the exit. Oh you never would've known. Until he drove off in the darkness. Like some slowly fading song. You can hear those distant bells. And you know they'll never leave. It's like your church is crying out. Like the wolf calls to the young. You can hear those distant bells. And you know they'll never leave. It's like your church is crying out. Like the wolf calls to the young