The hole in her chest is for the little lost lamb

That was on his quest; nobody gives a damn

In silvery days of silence they go

Now they've lost their ways,the little lambs in the snow

These are not shells of the sea

These are the shells of the sky

They took my baby away from me

And no one has ever told me why

They chewed him and spit him

He never knew what hit him

No little kisses goodbye

Shells, shells, shells

I won't stand to ask for God's mercy

I can't stand anything anymore

They were only making angels

In the snow in the middle of a war

The blood of these lambs speaks of the darkness

And the blood of these lambs speaks of the rage

Yes the blood of these lambs is rolling to the sea

It's writing your history on every single page

Shells, shells, shells

Tear at a table missing a child

Must have gone past, the river is mild

I go to the sea; I follow the tide

I hold seashells to me and I hear the sky

These are not shells of the sea

These are the shells of the sky

They took my baby away from me

And no one has ever told me why

They chewed him and spit him

He never knew what hit him

No little kisses goodbye

Shells, shells, shells