box full of honey at the sharp end of the view the edge of me and you and all good sense had tread no further and as the ghost will shiver trees how i m trembling on my knees but i m still drawn on by the murmur are you laughing at me now in my circumstance when still i wear i your crown my life s penitence and for what what s so funny a box full of honey what i thought a pretty tune was howling at the moon to keep me company this evening it s so lonely in the dirt a scratching at the hurt but i so generously did leave you is she flirting with me now ohh is she dallying with me now ohh ohhh are you flirting with me now you ll always be my queen of tumble down miss melancholy 
['dance rock', 'new romantic', 'new wave', 'new wave pop', 'rock', 'synthpop']