The Bell

I don't like it when you ask me what I'm doing and why

You keep going back and forth and asking why I lie

Push me to the other side when you look in my eyes

Less ain't none and you should come and tell me what I like

Why don't you spell it out?

Why don't you spell it out?

Look in through the car window

And I'll turn up the key

Sifting through my pockets

You'll see what I mean

Why don't you spell it out?

Why don't you spell it out?

I tell you that I don't know

You tell me what to see

Low hum of wind wires

And high blood weeds

There goes the bell

There goes the bell