Honeycomb کے بول

Honeycomb drip amber rays sun the sweetness that is you Honeycomb and I'm the humblebee that brings the polen to your gilded lips Without a doubt before the morning comes I dream a bit of you Honeycomb And several languid thoughts will surface like Honey dew drops forming new And I will feel compelled to say Honeycomb! Honeycomb Beckoning with fickle majesty Your whims are always met Honeycomb And I the lucky fool in courtly jest But the jokes are all on me And I'm reminded of your words All the stars burning in the sky How can anyone see just one All the stars burning in the sky! How can anyone see just one? Honeycomb, Honeycomb