Honeycomb, drip amber rays of sun
The sweetness that is you
Honeycomb
And I the humble bee that brings the pollen to
Your gilded lips
Without a doubt before the morning comes
I dream a bit of you
Honeycomb
And several languid thoughts will surface like honey dew drops forming new
And I will feel compelled to say
Honeycomb, honeycomb
Beckoning -- with fickle majesty
Your whims are always met
Honeycomb
And I the lucky fool in courtly jest
But the jokes are all on me
And I'm reminded of your words
"All the stars burning in the sky
How can anyone see just one
All the stars burning in the sky!
How can anyone see just one?"