the birds used to nest   in that hole in your chest   when you'd sleep in the leaves and the hay      laying still as a stone   a boy dreaming alone   must have been a very sweet place to stay      and here on our bed    it is none but my head   that finds home in this heart beating burrow      the birds came and went    now my love pays the rent   for a heart that is dead, fast and thorough      sticky and sweet   the orange trees are in heat   and the summer air is good enough to eat   sticky and sweet   the bees are buzzing all around me   because they heard you call me honey (x2)      i used to play   and for hours i had stayed   among the acres of forgotten lots      and nature i'd lusted   as my playground rusted   a kingdom i nearly forgot      to my silly dreams   for a creature who seemed   to harvest such simple gladness that shook me      i trembled to find   you're not in my mind   and the sting of your proof didn't hurt me