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 [bad word] In my head
And I can't help but wonder
How many are there, playing dead?