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 off 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 for the posters on the wall of my room

Thought I was crazy and 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