Insect Eyes

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 its 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... --- Insect Eyes - Devendra Banhart