Crop Circle Me

I'm trying to be tough to wait for your call
When I know you make my heart fall
Still don't know what I always want for all
Your presence make me feel so small

The spy is on the fly
Reaching for the sky
If you see it in the eye you will know the reason why

They say not even a bird can tell
Except for the one who lives in hell
She's always there beside the wishing well
So every discontent soul could ring the bell