Silver Bell Patty Griffin

Silver Bell, Silver Bell
Yeah, that's the name of the old motel
You were travelling and there you fell
Down on a bed at the Silver Bell

How you been? I'm doing well
I hear you're digging a hole to hell
How you been? I'm doing well
Meet me tonight at the Silver Bell

I hate to tell you, baby, this is home
The wallpaper is a colour called sea foam
Pull down the shades a little and you've got yourself a prison cell
Tearing up the wicked well tonight, baby, at the
Silver Bell, Silver Bell
Yeah, that's the name of the old motel

I did a stupid thing, I even tried
Feels like a hundred bees are stinging me from the inside
I don't know just what to do, I don't know just who to tell
And so I'm telling you to meet me tonight down at the
Silver Bell, Silver Bell
Yeah, that's the name of the old motel

I hate to tell you, baby, this is home
The wallpaper is a colour called sea foam
Pull down the shades a little and you've got yourself a prison cell
Tearing up the wicked well tonight, baby, at the