Texty: Skunk Anansie. Cheap Honesty.

I know too well, I know these lines, I've seen them smothered,
in sleek ridicule. A seedy smile, they think they've scored,
but I know morning comes & babes alone again, too alone again
So what can I do, with cheap honesty,
you're giving me more than I can see,
but I'm to cool to say, that I want it all my way,
get blasted by this sincerity.
I wish I had, the streets full view,
these people screaming, through their settled loves.
so I pretend, so mellowed out, too teasing,
weak enough to long for, home again, lovely home again