Test me honey against these windswept plains
i'll tell you not one of these trees give fruits
not one of these clouds has not cried to live
all these clocks you hear instead of bees
enter the mouth of never and slide away
beat the electric sunshine to its death
and watch the warmest day take your flowers

shallow hands are holding plenty
the fat drops beneath the covers
where it dries and becomes gold

with your whistle, they will come and dig it

hate to give away the ending, dear
all the living will swiftly turn to dust

so now i suppose we better never ever shiver
under the telescope hides the curious eye
the unknown reflected in its blackness
and blankness for never looking behind
not knowing all is not knowing nothing
free flowing as wind singing like berries
dropping to the floor and, rotten, speaking

turn me into your sweetest fall
honey drips from your sweaty mouth
and seeps through rock upon water

with your love, i will come and dig it

hate to say what you already know, dear
all the living will swiftly turn to dust