you can t unring a bell you can t bury the burned out shell of a love that you laid to waste and so quickly replaced you can t unring a bell you can t take back a shotgun shell that shocked the birds to flight and haunts me at night and has got me feeling like hell you can t unring a bell you say it s over that i ve drunk the well you say you ve found someone who tells you that you re pretty and it sets the world to spinning like a carousel what i ve held so close i can t so easily let go other saturday nights and other women to know you who poured the draught cannot console
['eau claire indie', 'minneapolis indie']