You say is that lipstick Or blood on your shirt Whatever I tell you It's still gonna hurt The face in the mirror Means less every day Fill up the longing or blow, me, away… Away… Away…
Lick up the honey, stranger and ask no questions Lick up the honey, stranger and ask no questions
I am statistic So faithless & free Staining the pages With apologies The company car The shirt on my back Eyes on horizons Blue skies, turn black… Turn black… Turn black…