Hot honeysuckle day A warm grave Weaving roses Rejuvenate Elders wait Strange saints Anticipate
The airy tidbits pass, sprinkles of light that have fallen like seeds from the dark tree in the forest of chaos Nothing has been found Nothing has been lost
Hot honeysuckle lips Melt the eyes of Taurus Melt the sky before us Hot honeysuckle lips Twiney climbing knit A puppet fit A lost writ Ripped for the wind Shredded Embedded in history A forgotten mystery
The daring molt-mass of night That has burned the reeds of the Shallow seas that bore us dank fog Nothing has been found Nothing has been lost
Hot honeysuckle butterfly wings Hot velvety skin The taste they bring The touch within Hot honeysuckle song we sing The right to sin The rites of spring Blooming sun blistering Daylight hours dwindling Come lady satyrn showers Let us feel your powers
Hot honeysuckle day
A warm grave
Weaving roses
Rejuvenate
Elders wait
Strange saints
Anticipate
The airy tidbits pass, sprinkles of light that have fallen like seeds from the dark tree in the forest of chaos
Nothing has been found
Nothing has been lost
Hot honeysuckle lips
Melt the eyes of Taurus
Melt the sky before us
Hot honeysuckle lips
Twiney climbing knit
A puppet fit
A lost writ
Ripped for the wind
Shredded
Embedded in history
A forgotten mystery
The daring molt-mass of night
That has burned the reeds of the
Shallow seas that bore us dank fog
Nothing has been found
Nothing has been lost
Hot honeysuckle butterfly wings
Hot velvety skin
The taste they bring
The touch within
Hot honeysuckle song we sing
The right to sin
The rites of spring
Blooming sun blistering
Daylight hours dwindling
Come lady satyrn showers
Let us feel your powers