Bell - Swirlies

Once again, the rubber prize

Her breathing hand never makes that sound

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 wait though, it’s fine

It’s fine

Now, again

He’s almost done

He’s not allowed

But he can’t stop now