Honeycomb - Frank Black

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