Bell

Once again the rubber prize
Her breathing hand never makes that sound
For all i know it's in the stairs and it's all around
A grinding insect sound
Her bell voice did let ring
I look up and lose sense of things
I took a look way outside
An hour less though and then it's mine
A borrowed dime she scrimped and saved
My doubt grew strong but she bought some time
I came down in Tennessee
I took a look she's undone me
Made it stain high and alive
I can't wait though it's fine

It's fine now
He's done
He's almost there
He's not allowed
But he can't stop now