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