My bliss You knew me best I like it when you say that I'm an honest man Warm nights, you were naked to dry With your jet black, wave washed hair Songstress of common sense A ballad born by ideals from the armistice We lived in our versions of hell that would warm the cold hearted Lives twined like licorice Chew on another Chase by display, it's the essence of grace You remember to forget Warm nights, red neon skies Riders got the reigns wrapped 'round the fireflies Another tequila sunrise and I'll call you a mockingbird Lives twined like licorice Chew on another Chase by display, it's the essence of grace You remember to forget Another mornin' yawning through the telephone again Another mornin' yawning through the telephone again Another mornin' yawning through the telephone again Another mornin' yawning