Broadcast - The Little Bell lyrics

The little bell lies on the ground Although it tries it cannot sound It used to ring across the air Its sweetened tone would linger there But from a careless hand it rocked Its shell is only made of crock Although it lies there split in two It still tries to ring out to you Now deep inside my wooden clock There is a tick but not a tock Although into the room it chimes It only tells me half the time Why do you leave me so confused I'll miss my bus, my job I'll lose Oh what is wrong my wooden clock It breaks my heart to see you stop