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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