I set my hand to writing you
It drifted off the page
I sold my one vision for a piece of the cake
I havent ate in days
For unspoken value, aesthetic and charm
Id smile at you sideways
But the lighting is wrong, Im taking a picture and counting the cost
While the bells in my ears keep ringing
I set my hand to writing you
It drifted of the page
I nearly fell, I feel like a lowlife in hell
And I havent slept in days and days, days and days
Beat on my Fender through my Gemini 2
Play to the posters on the wall of my room
Thought I was crazy when Id think about you
And the bells in my ears keep ringing
And the bells in my ears keep ringing
In my ear bells are ringing
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