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.