Honeycomb

The old churchyard is where I faded

She watched me while I fell unaided

And in my time when god's army came and got me



I could not find my honeycomb

I could not find my honeycomb

I could not find my honeycomb



Cherry brown lips of maple

Olive creams her eyes and face were

And in that town as I walk as a deserter



I could not find my honeycomb

I could not find my honeycomb

I could not find my honeycomb



Dance for God, dance for mating

The ritual of her figure eighting

And in my mind as I fly above the churchyard



I could not find my honeycomb

I could not find my honeycomb

I could not find my honeycomb



I could not find my honeycomb

I could not find my honeycomb

I could not find my honeycomb