[Verse 1]
            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
        

            [Verse 2]
            Yeah, the wars
            They will be fought again
            The holy dove
            She will be caught again
            Bought and sold
            And bought again
            The dove is never free
        

            [Chorus]
            Ring the bells that still can ring
            Forget your perfect offering
            There is a crack, a crack in everything
            That's how the light gets in
        

            LEONARD COHEN. ANTHEM.