Fan Mail

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