I have been sick form seing you, oh so sick and I wish you were here.
You have pushed me down and stepped right on, on my neck, and I wish you were here.
Now I don't know what I could be, but I know that you could say, so I wish you were here.
You bit the words out of my head and make my love, listen for my ears, and I wish you were here.
I found a well, it was a poisoned well, and it seemed just like me.
In it's reflection I saw aching bells, in a cemetery.
Trees were forced up stones overturned, things that should have been let be.
And in the confusion sat just me thinkin. I wish you were here. I wish you were here.
The sound of the aching bells.
