“The birds they sangAt the break of dayStart againI heard them sayDon’t dwell on what has passed awayOr what is yet to be
Ah, the wars they will be fought againThe holy dove, she will be caught againBought and sold, and bought againThe dove is never free
Ring the bells that still can ringForget your perfect offeringThere is a crack, a crack in everythingThat’s how the light gets in
We asked for signsThe signs were sentThe birth betrayedThe marriage spentYeah, and the widowhoodOf every governmentSigns for all to see
I can’t run no moreWith that lawless crowdWhile the killers in high placesSay their prayers out loudBut they’ve summoned, they’ve summoned upA thundercloudThey’re going to hear from me
Ring the bells that still can ringForget your perfect offeringThere is a crack, a crack in everythingThat’s how the light gets in
You can add up the partsBut you won’t have the sumYou can strike up the marchThere is no drumEvery heart, every heartTo love will comeBut like a refugee
Ring the bells that still can ringForget your perfect offeringThere is a crack, a crack in everythingThat’s how the light gets in
Ring the bells that still can ringForget your perfect offeringThere is a crack, a crack in everythingThat’s how the light gets in
That’s how the light gets inThat’s how the light gets in”
