Текст песни Honey on Juice - Katie Moore

It started out so sticky sweet, so alive,
Honey on juice on molasses, fruit on the vine.
Caught a glimpse then smiled its way
Through the door, through the door.
It's time to go, he said, but he wanted more.

No one wants to be asking for too much.
The glimpse turned into a smile and into a touch.
Laughed themselves right through the floor
And the one below, the one below.
"It's time to go," he said, but she didn't know.

Where did it go, where did it go?
Was it chased right out of the sky by the wind,
Did you find yourself with nothing to give,
Did you put it away, save it for somebody new?

The same story repeats with different names.
Someone thinks something of someone it's always the same.
Taught themselves to take it all
Day by day, until one day,
It's time to go, he says, and he turns to clay.

Where did it go, where did it go?
Was it chased right out of the sky by the wine,
Did you find yourself with nothing to give,
Did you put it away, save it for somebody new?