A half full moon in Mexico City I think of you
And when I saw the Southern Cross I wished you had too
I wish my heart was as cold as morning dew
But it’s warmer as saxophones and honey in the sun for you
Oh, I’ve spending half the year in a plane going up and down
And you’ve been seeing other people from a nearby town
Been obsessing and getting depressed about us
Excess baggage and other stupid band stuff
When you said the veins in my left hand were shaped like a tree
Was that the very first time you really looked at me
I’m training to become as cold as ice
I’m determined to protect my feelings to disguise
When I said I didn’t love you I told a lie
Because there is no one above you though I try
Would you laugh at the time I spent calling your name
Over and over and over again
The trouble is I got me close to haiting me
And when I wake up in the morning it’s your face I see
Oh, you once made me feel less afraid
You’ve got me poring myself over this page
I wish my heart was cold but it’s warmer than before
I wish my heart was cold as the morning dew
But it’s as warm as saxophones and honey in the sun for you
Honey in the Sun-Camera Obscura
Imagen: Emory Nolan at Rohm Gallery