Widowspeak - Sure Thing Lyrics

A lemon from Amalfi coast
Maybe it’s more green than gold
I hold on to forbidden fruit,
I hold on to you

Honey I’m a sure thing
I’m a bug in your bed,
Song in your head
Something you read
Love you til I’m dead and gone

Still of winter, flowers grown
Then flown in but far from home
Not long for, cut from this world
Yeah, life is short

Honey I’m a sure thing
I’m a bug in your bed,
Song in your head
Something you read
Love you til I’m dead and gone