| Song | Selected Poems |
| Artist | The Gaslight Anthem |
| Album | Get Hurt (Deluxe Edition) |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| Honey bee, she say I got too much sympathy. | |
| But I can call her anytime. | |
| And if you're lost and you need a little peace from me, | |
| Bring all your trouble by… | |
| Honey bee, how have I hurt you? | |
| C'mon tell your blues to me. | |
| Maybe I should live up there in the curtains, | |
| On the wings of Mercury. | |
| I was fortunately desperate and turbulently innocent. | |
| I was living underneath my body weight. | |
| My eyes were swollen green and hazy, sick from grief and hate and envy, | |
| I was crawling up inside my head. | |
| And all I seemed to find is that everything has chains. | |
| And all this life just feels like a series of dreams. | |
| Selected poems and lovers I can't begin to name. | |
| And all in all I find that nothing stays the same. | |
| And I was crazy like the moon for you and head over my heels for you. | |
| And never would I change or compromise. | |
| But something in my mind does things I can't contain for anything. | |
| Last night I don't think sleep even touched my eyes. | |
| And all I seemed to find is that everything has chains. | |
| And all this life just feels like a series of dreams. | |
| Selected poems and lovers I can't begin to name. | |
| And all in all I find that nothing stays the same. | |
| And all I seem to find is how everything has chains. | |
| And all my life just feels like an idiot dream. | |
| Selected poems and lovers I never seen again. | |
| And all in all I find that nothing stays the same. |
| Honey bee, she say I got too much sympathy. | |
| But I can call her anytime. | |
| And if you' re lost and you need a little peace from me, | |
| Bring all your trouble by | |
| Honey bee, how have I hurt you? | |
| C' mon tell your blues to me. | |
| Maybe I should live up there in the curtains, | |
| On the wings of Mercury. | |
| I was fortunately desperate and turbulently innocent. | |
| I was living underneath my body weight. | |
| My eyes were swollen green and hazy, sick from grief and hate and envy, | |
| I was crawling up inside my head. | |
| And all I seemed to find is that everything has chains. | |
| And all this life just feels like a series of dreams. | |
| Selected poems and lovers I can' t begin to name. | |
| And all in all I find that nothing stays the same. | |
| And I was crazy like the moon for you and head over my heels for you. | |
| And never would I change or compromise. | |
| But something in my mind does things I can' t contain for anything. | |
| Last night I don' t think sleep even touched my eyes. | |
| And all I seemed to find is that everything has chains. | |
| And all this life just feels like a series of dreams. | |
| Selected poems and lovers I can' t begin to name. | |
| And all in all I find that nothing stays the same. | |
| And all I seem to find is how everything has chains. | |
| And all my life just feels like an idiot dream. | |
| Selected poems and lovers I never seen again. | |
| And all in all I find that nothing stays the same. |
| Honey bee, she say I got too much sympathy. | |
| But I can call her anytime. | |
| And if you' re lost and you need a little peace from me, | |
| Bring all your trouble by | |
| Honey bee, how have I hurt you? | |
| C' mon tell your blues to me. | |
| Maybe I should live up there in the curtains, | |
| On the wings of Mercury. | |
| I was fortunately desperate and turbulently innocent. | |
| I was living underneath my body weight. | |
| My eyes were swollen green and hazy, sick from grief and hate and envy, | |
| I was crawling up inside my head. | |
| And all I seemed to find is that everything has chains. | |
| And all this life just feels like a series of dreams. | |
| Selected poems and lovers I can' t begin to name. | |
| And all in all I find that nothing stays the same. | |
| And I was crazy like the moon for you and head over my heels for you. | |
| And never would I change or compromise. | |
| But something in my mind does things I can' t contain for anything. | |
| Last night I don' t think sleep even touched my eyes. | |
| And all I seemed to find is that everything has chains. | |
| And all this life just feels like a series of dreams. | |
| Selected poems and lovers I can' t begin to name. | |
| And all in all I find that nothing stays the same. | |
| And all I seem to find is how everything has chains. | |
| And all my life just feels like an idiot dream. | |
| Selected poems and lovers I never seen again. | |
| And all in all I find that nothing stays the same. |