A half full moon in Mexico City I think of you
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When I saw the Southern Cross I wished you had too
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I wish my heart was as cold as the morning dew
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But it's as warm as saxophones
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And honey in the sun for you
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I've been spending half the year
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In a plane going up and down
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You've been seeing other people from a nearby town
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Been obsessing and getting depressed about us
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Excess baggage and other stupid band stuff
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I wish my heart was cold
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But it's warmer than before
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I wish my heart was as cold as the morning dew
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But it's as warm as saxophones
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And honey in the sun for you
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When you said the veins in my left hand
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Were shaped like a tree
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Was that the very last time you really looked at me?
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I'm in training to become as cold as ice
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I'm determined to protect my feelings disguise
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When I said I didn't love you I told you a lie
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There no one above you although I try
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Would you laugh at the time I spent calling your name
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Over and over and over and over again?
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The trouble is I got me close to hating me
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When I wake up in the morning its your face I see
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Where you once made me feel less afraid
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You've got me pouring myself all over this page
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Honey In The Sun
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| Camera Obscura |
