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 sunAnd each head on her head

Is fields of gold wheat

Where I'm lying on my back

Where I'm falling asleepAnd each lash in her eye

Is really white roots

And each line in her skin

Is really red rootsAnd the neck her head's on

Is a tunnel of dawn

But darkness will come

But darkness will come

For sure, it's gonna comeAnd the breast on her chest

Is where I take my rest

Is where I have my fun

Is where I have my funAnd one long red nail

That shots from her toe

Is tickling my blood

And shifting its flowAnd each strand of her hair

Is really insect eyes

And each hole in her tongue

Is always occupied by the milk of the sunAnd I'm always late, always late

And I'm always late

Yeah, I'm always late

Yeah, I'm always lateAnd your black tulips of time

And your black tulips of time

And your hands rejoice in mineAnd that seed it grows all day

And that seed it grows all night

And our veins are intertwined