The Bells - At the End of the Day

What a refreshing contra to all those over-produced 'feel happy' hits. The Bells offer a stripped-down sound, strong vocals and above all, very honest lyrics.

Again I reach the end of the day
I never keep up with the pace
Just thinking about not thinking
In a moment of silence

Like a kind of magical promise
That's waiting at the end of sadness
Again a melody rises in me
From the depths of imagination

The street is flooded with presence
When the city changes again
The yellow becomes orange
Always at the end of the day

For years I wandered in time
Between loneliness and silence
A country far away from here
Seems like a dream to me

And now coming back
With love discovering that...
Even with all the mess
I belong here

The street is flooded with presence
When the city changes again
The yellow becomes orange
Always at the end of the day
The light seems like a hallucination
The trash bins in the corner
The orange becomes red
Always at the end of the day

At the end of the day again
I return to you
From the tired city
To your arms