Στοίχοι: Frank Black. 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

(Thanks to mike for these lyrics)