The Bell

Lyric correction:

Don't place your bets on me I'm tired and I'm only With nothing to offer you Nothing to offer you

The pavement stares gray and cold Our lives are a story told Coming to an ending It's coming to an ending

How could I turn around? Face the sound of the bell that chimes Ring it out, trim it out To drag me back down

But I'm not coming home

Been out here for so long The road just stretches on Till I stop pretending Till I stop pretending

But the world is an empty frame And now you are just a name I'll keep it that way It's staying that way

How could I turn around Face the sound of the bell that chimes Ring it out, trim it out To drag me back down

But I'm not coming home

I tried hard to be brave I tried hard not to be afraid But trying wasn't enough

I tried hard to be brave I tried hard not to be afraid But trying wasn't enough

I'm sorry, I'm sorry Can 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 it's throat I hear solemn monotone tones The danger, the ebbs and the flows In the silence of night he lets me know

That I'm not coming home