Insect Eyes

And each strand of her hair is really insect eyes

And each hole in her tongue is always occupied

By the milk of the sun

And each head on her head is fields of gold wheat

Where I'm lying on my back

Where I'm falling asleep

Hmm hmm hmm hmm

And each lash in her eye is really white roots

And each line in her skin is really red roots

Hmm hmm hmm hmm

And the neck her head's on is a tunnel of dawn

But darkness will come

But darkness will come

For sure, it's gonna come

And the breast on her chest

Is where I take my rest

Is where I have my fun

Is where I have my fun

Mm hmm hmm hmm

And one long red nail

That shots from her toe

Is tickling my blood

And shifting its flow

Hmm hmm hmm hmm

And each strand of her hair is really insect eyes

And each hole in her tongue is always occupied

By the milk of the sun

And I'm always late, 'ways late

And I'm always late

Yeah, I'm always late

Yeah, I'm always late

Ah ah ah ah...

And your black tulips of time

And your black tulips of time

And your hands rejoice in mine

Ah ah ah ah...

And that seed, it grows all day

And that seed, it grows all night

And our veins are intertwined

Ah ah ah ah...