Analysis of "Minutes of madness"

I hear a bell strike once and know it's but a shadow of the tears you weep.
I lay turning and yearning in the dark with a restless soul I know now is yours to keep.
The burden of our hearts is now only the space that remains between.
The warmth of you in my arms shocks me from the desires of an all too real feeling dream.
I roll again in the darkness hoping to find your face.
My heart grows heavy because it knows only one thing will fill this place.
I hear a bell strike twice and know sixty minutes of madness have just been spent.
There will be so many more because the hours of darkness, unless you're near, will never relent.