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