holly brook
like blood like honey
You want to catch your breath you want to get out But as you surface you don't really know how How to live upon the solid ground Sometimes it's easier to let yourself drown  LOVE IS THICK LIKE BLOOD LIKE HONEY  You cannot spell it out there are no words Mrs Johnson never taught me those verbs On how to give myself and how to receive It is something that's inside of you and me  LOVE IS THICK LIKE BLOOD LIKE HONEY  Forget everything you ever learned No one listens when you want to be heard Just bleed the bittersweet  Seven sunrises and seven more nights You'd think that we could learn to do it right If nothing changes then I'm gonna stop But do I really have a choice? I think not