Frank Black
Frank Black
Frank Black
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Frank Black
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The old churchyard is where I faded
She watched me while I fell unaided
And in my time
When God's army came and got me
I could not find my honeycomb
I could not find my honeycomb
I could not find my honeycomb
Cherry-brown lips of maple
Olive creams her eyes and face were
And in that town
As I walk as a deserter
I could not find my honeycomb
I could not find my honeycomb
I could not find my honeycomb
Dance for God, dance for mating
The ritual of her figure-eighting
And in my mind
As I fly above the churchyard
I could not find my honeycomb
I could not find my honeycomb
I could not find my honeycomb
I could not find my honeycomb
I could not find my honeycomb
I could not find my honeycomb