The birds they sang at the break of day,
"start again", I heard them say.
"Don't dwell on what has passed away, or what is yet to be."

Yeah the wars, they will be fought again.
The holy dove, she will be cut again.
Bought, and sold, and bought again.
The dove is never free.

Ring the bells that still can ring!
Forget your perfect offering.
There is a crack in everything..
That's how the light gets in.

We asked for signs, and the signs were sent.
The birth betrayed, the marriage spent.
The widowhood of every government.
Signs for all to see.

I can't run no more with that lawless crowd
while the killers in high places say their prayers out loud.
But they summoned...they've summoned up a thundercloud
And they're gunna hear from me!

Ring the bells that still can ring!
Forget your perfect offering.
There is a crack in everything...
That's how the light gets in.

You can add up the parts, you won't have the sum.
You can strike up the march, there is no drum.
Every heart...every heart to love will come.
But like a refugee.

Ring the bells that still can ring!
Forget your perfect offering.
There is a crack in everything...
That's how the light gets in!

- Leonard Cohen