The Bell
Don't place your bets on meI'm tired and I'm lonelyWith nothing to offer youNothing to offer you
The pavement stares gray and coldOur lives are a story toldComing to an endingIt's coming to an ending
How could I turn around?Face the sound of the bell that chimes?Ringing out, shrill and loudTo drag me back down
But I'm not coming home
Been out here for so longThe road it just stretches onTill I stop pretendingTill I stop pretending
But the world is an empty frameAnd now you are just a nameI'll keep it that wayIt's staying that way
How could I turn around?Face the sound of the bell that chimes?Ringing out, shrill and loudTo drag me back down
But I'm not coming home
I tried hard to be braveI tried hard not to be afraidBut trying wasn't enough
I tried hard to be braveI tried hard not to be afraidBut trying wasn't enough
I'm sorry, I'm sorryCan you hear the bell?Can you hear the bell?The bell, the bell
Can you hear the bell?Can you hear the bell?The bell, the bell
From the rust that lies deep in its throatI hear solemn monotone notesThe danger, the ebbs, and the flowsIn the silence of night it lets me knowThat I'm not coming home