The Bell

Don't place your bets on me I'm tired and I'm lonely 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 shines? 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 shines? 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 tones The danger, the absent floors In the silence of night he lets me know That I'm not coming home --- The Bell - First Aid Kit