Honey, you're familiar like my mirror years ago Idealism sits in prison, chivalry fell on its sword Innocence died screaming, honey, ask me I should know I slithered here from Eden just to sit outside your door There's something tragic about you

Honey you're familiar Like my mirror years ago Idealism sits in prison Chivalry fell on his sword Innocence died screaming Honey, ask me, I should know I slithered here from eden Just to sit outside your door Babe, there's something tragic about you