Honeyrods Pictures
(R.J. Johnson/The Honeyrods) Pictures on the wall stop and stare let the moment take you there in my mind I can see See an empty sky blue and white doesn't matter if it's night I can see them Pictures on the wall and they're not far from the fall of falling it doesn't matter if they're held to something Pictures I love you and the colors of your hues are calling I searched in terms of things I'm not knowing It's your call I kept your pictures just because I love you It's your call it didn't matter at all Drawing in the sand falling objects from you hands I hope to be shown the side of things that release you Super magic cars rows of telepathic stars all seem to shoot like rockets from the walls inside you Color in the summer and it couldn't be much hotter painting on the sidewalk pictures made of water Color in the summer and it couldn't be much hotter why not hold what's real so we can fill this pictures place
