(Mason, Thomas, Freise-Green)    Distant voice calling station-to-station   Sounding lonely like a prison cell   We embrace for the final celebration   But we break at the sound of the bell   Like two heavies walking back to their corners   So beat up they can't see themselves   It's been good to go down, spend an hour on the canvas   But you're up at the sound of the bell   It's a heartbeat away, a sound you know very well   Listen to the sound of the bell   In a world full of rumors   It's a jungle everybody yells   The sound of the bell   See the braves wearing names on their sweaters   Holding candles over wishing wells   The scent that you smelt on the back of a letter   Made you freeze at the sound of the bell    these lyrics are submitted by burkul