You Are the Bell

You are the sound of an unrung... bell
I wish it would ring out
But echoes remain so it's hard to tell

Hear me out, though the air still holds your smell
What if would never potentially end well?

If this joke hasn't landed is it still in the air
Reading the room?
I don't take it for granted you'll understand, I assume

When you cried wolf did he hear you... yell?
And If he comes running, you both die, oh well
Is that a touch now a thing on which I'll dwell
I'll add it to all that I've kept to myself

With a joke this candid, the punch line has always left a bruise
I won't take it for granted
If you take a chance I'll take two

Sensing all the vanished chances that danced away from me
The colored grass of circumstances
Is not better than my current shade of green
Is not better than my current shade of

You are the sound of an unrung... bell



Credits
Writer(s): Nathan Torgerson
Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com

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