The Bell

On my twenty-sixth day of being alone

I hung out of the window by the telephone

I heard the trees calling out your name

And I wandered in the forest of becoming insane

In what is right and what is wrong

There will always be weak and always be strong

Dona nobis dona nobis pachem

Does the bell ring for one of them?

And why does it toll in this time of need?

Can I smash the phone and go back to sleep?

To swim in the ocean of the people's tears

That was made for us over a million years

We wander through the fields of insufferable weeds

We watch for the people coming out to feed

They feed on rocks, they feed on blood

And only the strong have fed on love

Between what is short and what is long

There will always be weak and always be strong

There will always be strong in everything

Always an end and a beginning