She rang the bell


Waiting at traffic lights
The rain on the screen
The darkest of nights
Way out, I can’t see

Lights dazzling bright
Trapped in their beam
Obscure my sight
The trouble with me

She rang the bell
She smashed the glass jar
She popped the bubble
I was living in

Filled up with petrol
Freedom we share to feel
The traffic was hell
Flat-lining for real

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