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
