Lyrics The Bell - Mary Timony

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
Between what is right and what is
Don’t I know
Does the bell ring for one of them?
Can I smash the phone and go back to sleep?
million years
We wander through the fields of insufferable
And only the strong
Between what is short and what is long
There will always be weak and always be strong
There will always be strong in verything
Always an end and a beginning