Honesty

There's a knocking at the door
From a hand that's knocked before
There's a rumbling underground
It's an old familiar sound

And when you hear me calling up
I'm not surprised you don't pick up
And when you hear me calling up
You don't pick up the phone

You say I'm sick of your sick of your honesty
You're looking at me so gormlessly
There's nothing you say I wanna hear
I'm sick of your sick of your honesty

There's a black Mercedes hearse
There's a pointless second verse

And when you hear me calling up
I'm not surprised you don't pick up
And when you hear me calling up
You'd rather be alone

You say I'm sick of your sick of your honesty
You're looking at me so gormlessly
There's nothing you say I wanna hear
I'm sick of your sick of your honesty