The Mole
If I fell
Out of control
Where you dwell
In my soul
I now yell
From every knoll
The bell
Drawn with coal
Will tell
And toll
In this cell
Whispers of a mole
Out of control
Where you dwell
In my soul
I now yell
From every knoll
The bell
Drawn with coal
Will tell
And toll
In this cell
Whispers of a mole