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Honey's Gone

Honey's Gone is a Suno song by Alex Merced blending Prog Rock, published October 13, 2026. Hear it and view its verified details.

Type
Suno generation
Runtime
3:18
Published
Style
Prog Rock · IDM · Phonk
Suno model
v6

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Artwork for Honey's Gone

How this recording was made

Created by Alex Merced with Suno; style tags, runtime, artwork, model version and lyrics are sourced from the public Suno recording metadata.

The musical arrangement and performance were generated with Suno from Alex’s creative direction. The title, published source, model label, style tags, artwork and text shown here come from the public recording metadata.

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[Verse 1]
You land on a buttercup, taste what it could be
Then spot a blue bell two rows down the field
You leave the first promise hanging in the breeze
And chase the sweeter story it might yield

[Pre-Chorus]
One petal says wait, one petal says fly
You keep both wings busy asking why

[Chorus]
Pick one, pick one—no, that one’s brighter
Left, right, compare till the comb runs drier
Round and round where the blossoms sway
You count every honey and give none away
Pick one, pick one—your wings beat faster
The hive stays hollow beneath the flower laughter
Every bloom says, “I could be the one”
You’re rich in choices, but the honey’s gone

[Verse 2]
You make a little chart on a leaf in the sun
Rank each golden cup by its promised taste
The workers come home with the evening begun
You’re still on the hill with the list half erased

[Pre-Chorus]
One petal says wait, one petal says fly
You keep both wings busy asking why

[Chorus]
Pick one, pick one—no, that one’s brighter
Left, right, compare till the comb runs drier
Round and round where the blossoms sway
You count every honey and give none away
Pick one, pick one—your wings beat faster
The hive stays hollow beneath the flower laughter
Every bloom says, “I could be the one”
You’re rich in choices, but the honey’s gone

[Bridge]
The meadow doesn’t owe you a perfect flower
The clock keeps chewing through the golden hour
Land on a bloom, let the question rest
A little gathered sweetness beats a flawless guess

[Final Chorus]
Pick one, pick one—no, that one’s brighter
Left, right, compare till the comb runs drier
Round and round where the blossoms sway
You count every honey and give none away
Pick one, pick one—your wings beat faster
The hive stays hollow beneath the flower laughter
Every bloom says, “I could be the one”
You’re rich in choices, but the honey’s gone

[Outro]
One small flower, one little flight
A drop in the comb before the night

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