Honest Man

My bliss You knew me best I like it when you say that I’m an honest man Warm nights, you were naked to dry with your jet black, wave washed hair Songstress of common sense A ballad born by ideals from the armistice We lived in our versions of hell that would warm the cold hearted Lives twined like licorice Chew on another, chase by display It’s the essence of grace, you remember to forget Warm nights, red nеon skies Riders got the rеigns wrapped round the fireflies Another tequila sunrise and I’ll call you a mockingbird Lives twined like licorice Chew on another, chase by display It’s the essence of grace, you remember to forget Another mornin’ yawning on the telephone again Another mornin’ yawning on the telephone again Another mornin’ yawning on the telephone again...another mornin yawnin