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Honey without the bee's, is an empty kinda hive
Stormy kisses
hold me tight
heaven unfolds
its heavenly light
you just might
finger walk up my spine
I'm feeling brave
I just might book a flight
to come and see you tonight
for you to finger walk up my spine
you finger walk up; into my mind
you finger walk my spine
I said once
"horror lined your eyes"
but honey without the bee's
is just an empty kinda hive
Finger walk my spine
just might capture your love tonight
finger walk my spine
hurricane cuddles
are in my mind
with you, with you
I said once
"horror lined your eyes"
but honey without the bee's
is just an empty kinda hive
I'll draw a waterfall
for you to bathe in
a religion without confessing
is just another kinda sin
Honey without the bee's
is just an empty kinda hive
my therapists company
was just another place for you to hide in
Honey without the bee's
is just an kinda empty hive
honey without the bee's
is just an kinda empty hive
I cant help but to dance
on my tip toes to your melody
you helped me
save my soul from what i used to be
In my soul
theres not enough room
for your tactile blooms
theres not enough room
there is only enough room
for me and you
hold me tight
heaven unfolds
its heavenly light
you just might
finger walk up my spine
I'm feeling brave
I just might book a flight
to come and see you tonight
for you to finger walk up my spine
you finger walk up; into my mind
you finger walk my spine
I said once
"horror lined your eyes"
but honey without the bee's
is just an empty kinda hive
Finger walk my spine
just might capture your love tonight
finger walk my spine
hurricane cuddles
are in my mind
with you, with you
I said once
"horror lined your eyes"
but honey without the bee's
is just an empty kinda hive
I'll draw a waterfall
for you to bathe in
a religion without confessing
is just another kinda sin
Honey without the bee's
is just an empty kinda hive
my therapists company
was just another place for you to hide in
Honey without the bee's
is just an kinda empty hive
honey without the bee's
is just an kinda empty hive
I cant help but to dance
on my tip toes to your melody
you helped me
save my soul from what i used to be
In my soul
theres not enough room
for your tactile blooms
theres not enough room
there is only enough room
for me and you
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