MAYBE YOU COULD REMIND ME
Not to paint the bells I ring
From a memory of how I want them to resound
On some second hand wavelength
That coasts through my ear canal
Whenever we hang up the phone
Like that they’ll ring again
Not to paint the bells I ring
From a memory of how I want them to resound
On some second hand wavelength
That coasts through my ear canal
Whenever we hang up the phone
Like that they’ll ring again
