Testo di 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