You say is that lipstick 
 Or blood on your shirt
 Whatever I tell you 
 It's still gonna hurt 
 The face in the mirror 
 Means less every day 
 Fill up the longing or blow, me, away…
 Away…
 Away…

 Lick up the honey, stranger and ask no questions 
 Lick up the honey, stranger and ask no questions 

 I am statistic 
 So faithless & free 
 Staining the pages 
 With apologies 
 [bad word] car 
 The shirt on my back 
 Eyes on horizons 
 Blue skies, turn black…
 Turn black…
 Turn black…

 Lick up the honey, stranger and ask no questions