[Verse 1] For the one who counts the grains of rice in a cracked bowl, And for the one who counts the stars from a heated pool, The same belly clenches. The same sky is vast. The same heart asks, "How long will this moment last?" **"No man is an island, entire of itself..."** A truth that echoes in both poverty and wealth. [Chorus] **We are all, from our own island, shouting across the same cold sea.** **"So ask not for whom the bell tolls..."** **We build our walls so high, but the same moon sees it all.** **The same four chambers of the heart... are waiting for the fall.** **And the same four chambers... are hoping for the call.** [Verse 2] The bomb that falls on a market street, The dread that comes with a doctor's receipt, Are made of the same stuff—a fear so complete. A mother's scream has the same key, the same beat. **"Any man's death diminishes me, for I am involved in mankind."** A line we read, but forget to find. [Chorus] **We are all, from our own island, shouting across the same cold sea.** **"So ask not for whom the bell tolls..."** **We build our walls so high, but the same moon sees it all.** **The same four chambers of the heart... are waiting for the fall.** **And the same four chambers... are hoping for the call.** [Bridge] **"Perhaps... we just don't know each other well enough."** That is all. The rest is noise and stuff. Your child and mine would know this in a glance. Before they ever learned the terrible, tribal dance. [Outro] Ask not... The bell tolls... For thee.
