the birds used to nestnin that hole in your chestnwhen you'd sleep in the leaves and the haynnlaying still as a stonena boy dreaming alonenmust have been a very sweet place to staynnand here on our bed nit is none but my headnthat finds home in this heart beating burrownnthe birds came and went nnow my love pays the rentnfor a heart that is steadfast and thoroughnnsticky and sweetnthe orange trees are in heatnand the summer air is good enough to eatnsticky and sweetnthe bees are buzzing all around menbecause they heard you call me honey (x2)nni used to playnand for hours i had stayednamong the acres of forgotten lotsnnand nature i'd lustednas my playground rustedna kingdom i nearly forgotnnto my silly dreamsnfor a creature who seemednto harbor such simple gladness that shook menni trembled to findnyou're not in my mindnand the sting of your proof didn't hurt me