Honeygun (1.53)

If I lay very still I can feel the earth moving The tress tell me stories So perfectly clear She whispers my name to me Whispers away Her lips are a honeygun And I'm a fool for her honey While laid on my back I am being played tricks on A beautiful fight And a shimmering light She's rested there, silent Right by my side But when she will wake I can tell what she'll say For her lips are a honeygun And I'm a fool for her honey