In case you think I am to blame for this song Think again Because you couldn't be more wrong Someone sneaked into this line I wrote It was Honey Dancing barefoot between the notes
Hey Honey sing your song Hey Honey turn me on You mould me like a piece of clay Hey Honey move my lips You're in my fingertips Whenever I decide to play
I am just a wannabe pioneer Lost among Their subconscious souvenirs Their songs are dormant viruses In my head And I can't help but wonder How many are there, playing dead?