He’s drawing for his honey About what he feels inside Painting with moods And he’s just gonna tell her that he loves her It’ll be instead of his words She’s waiting for her honey Would like to touch at his soul She doesn’t get blues In spite of the tide direction Feels like permanent peace In the country that’s vacant They’re each on parallel ways, these never cross but who cares In the room that’s vacant There’s all the memories like diamonds The country that’s vacant but blatant It gives them palpitations He’s waiting for his honey Would like to touch at her soul He doesn’t get blues In spite of the tide direction Feels like permanent peace In the country that’s vacant They’re each on parallel ways, these never cross it’d be nice In the room that’s vacant There’s all the memories like diamonds The country that’s vacant but blatant It gives them palpitations In the country that’s vacant but blatant It gives them palpitations