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