(a bell / v clarke)

Speak spell
What’s that word again?
In out
Of my head again

Clear cut
Charmed I’m sure again
Merrity!
I wish for thought

Oh, wise men indeed,
Are fools who believe
Her heart on my sleeve,
Is laughing at me
Best left unsaid;
There’s no truth in what’s said

Cloud fog
Looks like rain again
Glass wall
Looks could kill again

Clock face
Half past two again
Turn again
And how time flies

Oh, wise men indeed,
Are fools who believe
Her heart on my sleeve,
Is laughing at me
Best left unsaid;
There’s no truth in what’s said

Dream world
In my pawn again
Hot cold
Fingers burn again

Teardrop
To the floor again
Cruelty
How real is real?

Oh, wise men indeed,
Are fools who believe
My heart on my sleeve,
Is laughing at me
Best left unsaid
There’s no truth in what’s said

Oh, wise men indeed,
Are fools who believe
My heart on my sleeve,
Is laughing at me
Best left unsaid
There’s no truth in what’s said