You Are the Bell Lyrics

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