Insect Eyes – Devendra BanhartBy And each strand of her hairIs really insect eyesAnd each hole in her tongueIs always occupied by the milk of the sunAnd each head on her headIs fields of gold wheatWhere I’m lying on my backWhere I’m falling asleepAnd each lash in her eyeIs really white rootsAnd each line in her skinIs really red rootsAnd the neck her head’s onIs a tunnel of dawnBut darkness will comeBut darkness will comeFor sure, it’s gonna comeAnd the breast on her chestIs where I take my restIs where I have my funIs where I have my funAnd one long red nailThat shots from her toeIs tickling my bloodAnd shifting its flowAnd each strand of her hairIs really insect eyesAnd each hole in her tongueIs always occupied by the milk of the sunAnd I’m always late, always lateAnd I’m always lateYeah, I’m always lateYeah, I’m always lateAnd your black tulips of timeAnd your black tulips of timeAnd your hands rejoice in mineAnd that seed it grows all dayAnd that seed it grows all nightAnd our veins are intertwined www.pillowlyrics.com419786497975 88k 20