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
Cherry-brown lips of maple
Olive creams her eyes and face were
And in that town
Where I walk as a deserter
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
1 | Headache |
2 | Los Angeles |
3 | I Heard Ramona Sing |
4 | I Burn Today |
5 | In The Time Of My Ruin |
6 | I Want to Live on an Abstract Plain |
7 | You're Such a Wire |
8 | White Noise Maker |
9 | Calistan |
10 | Czar |