Insect Eyes

	作词 : Banhart
	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 head on her head is fields of gold wheat
	Where I'm lying on my back
	Where I'm falling asleep
	Hmm hmm hmm hmm
	And each lash in her eye is really white roots
	And each line in her skin is really red roots
	Hmm 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 one long red nail
	That shots from her toe
	Is tickling my blood
	And shifting its flow
	Hmm 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 tulips of time
	And your black tulips of time
	And your hands 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...

	zuò cí : Banhart
	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 head on her head is fields of gold wheat
	Where I' m lying on my back
	Where I' m falling asleep
	Hmm hmm hmm hmm
	And each lash in her eye is really white roots
	And each line in her skin is really red roots
	Hmm 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 one long red nail
	That shots from her toe
	Is tickling my blood
	And shifting its flow
	Hmm 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 tulips of time
	And your black tulips of time
	And your hands 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...