Sep 09, 2006 18:43
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 hair on her head is fields of gold wheat
And i'm lying on my back
And i'm falling asleep
Mm hmm hmm hmm
And each lash in her eye in really white roots
And each line in her skin is really red roots
Mm 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