I set my hand to writing you... it drifted off the page.
I sold my one vision for a piece of the cake... i haven't ate in days.
For unspoken value, aesthetic, and charm, i'd smile at you sideways,
But the lighting is wrong.
I'm 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 haven't 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 i'd 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.