Devendra Banhart - Insect Eyes lyrics
[Devendra Banhart - Insect Eyes lyrics]
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
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 the one long red nail
That shoots from her toe
Is tickling my blood and shifting it's flow
Mm 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 two lips of time
And your black two lips of time
And yours hand 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
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
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 the one long red nail
That shoots from her toe
Is tickling my blood and shifting it's flow
Mm 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 two lips of time
And your black two lips of time
And yours hand 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