Bells Aloud

There is no sweetness to send

there is no trusting friend

to fail

there is no way to refend what we do

to ourselves

me and you

Don't it get difficult

There is a sea collapsed

it's splitters surround

there is a worn trap of time and aren't we wrestless

there is the weather inside us in motion lightening

over air over she

don't it get dark outside

You better hold me

you better hold me only

better hold me

but there's no way of knowing

there's no way to tell

and aren't we deep and dangerous wells

There is no true work to be done

there is no sure and simple fun

that we don't pay

we have not been given here and we cannot earn

we were not taught

one thing that we could learn

Outsounding bells are loud for the sake of something's ring

out gathering and grabbing for the sake of giving things

and we could have taken any of these roads

but who knows

'bout this one we chose?

And who knows, friend, how far it goes?

And you better hold me closely

better know me truly

How this could pass right through me and back into that bleed

we better know just what we need