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.

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Writer(s): JIMMY DESTRI