And everyday I lay lie low,
I lack the wherewithal to follow through.
And every place I lay my mark,
I'm lacking pocketfuls of servitude.
So if it plays its painful part,
Then I can get behind and see the use.
But if your raised on plain white toast,
Then that's the last that I come back for you
All day I praise my favourite sun,
Falling into to place its strange to think you're not the only one.
I'll fade right into you,
Greed will make a mockery but it's not a rule.
I'll journey through unplanned,
And fake my stride and natural stroll.
All day I feel my pain, my Rage,
My joy, my grief, my soul.
And everyday I lay lie low,
I lack the wherewithal to follow through.
And every place I lay my mark,
I'm lacking pocketfuls of servitude.
So if it plays its painful part,
Then I can get behind and see the use.
But if your raised on plain white toast,
Then that's the last that I come back for you.
I'll journey through unplanned,
And fake my stride and natural stroll.
All day I feel my pain, my Rage,
My joy, My grief, my soul.
Honeysuckle Video (MV)
Performed By: Deadmellow
Language: English
Length: 2:50
Written by: GARETH MICHAEL BUSSEY, JORDAN LUKE ENGLISH
Deadmellow - Honeysuckle Lyrics
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And everyday I lay lie low,
I lack the wherewithal to follow through.
And every place I lay my mark,
I'm lacking pocketfuls of servitude.
So if it plays its painful part,
Then I can get behind and see the use.
But if your raised on plain white toast,
Then that's the last that I come back for you
All day I praise my favourite sun,
Falling into to place its strange to think you're not the only one.
I'll fade right into you,
Greed will make a mockery but it's not a rule.
I'll journey through unplanned,
And fake my stride and natural stroll.
All day I feel my pain, my Rage,
My joy, my grief, my soul.
And everyday I lay lie low,
I lack the wherewithal to follow through.
And every place I lay my mark,
I'm lacking pocketfuls of servitude.
So if it plays its painful part,
Then I can get behind and see the use.
But if your raised on plain white toast,
Then that's the last that I come back for you.
I'll journey through unplanned,
And fake my stride and natural stroll.
All day I feel my pain, my Rage,
My joy, My grief, my soul.
I lack the wherewithal to follow through.
And every place I lay my mark,
I'm lacking pocketfuls of servitude.
So if it plays its painful part,
Then I can get behind and see the use.
But if your raised on plain white toast,
Then that's the last that I come back for you
All day I praise my favourite sun,
Falling into to place its strange to think you're not the only one.
I'll fade right into you,
Greed will make a mockery but it's not a rule.
I'll journey through unplanned,
And fake my stride and natural stroll.
All day I feel my pain, my Rage,
My joy, my grief, my soul.
And everyday I lay lie low,
I lack the wherewithal to follow through.
And every place I lay my mark,
I'm lacking pocketfuls of servitude.
So if it plays its painful part,
Then I can get behind and see the use.
But if your raised on plain white toast,
Then that's the last that I come back for you.
I'll journey through unplanned,
And fake my stride and natural stroll.
All day I feel my pain, my Rage,
My joy, My grief, my soul.
Writer: GARETH MICHAEL BUSSEY, JORDAN LUKE ENGLISH
Copyright: Lyrics © MUSIC SALES CORPORATION
Copyright: Lyrics © MUSIC SALES CORPORATION