Feels Like Honey

Take

Take my

Take my hands

Take my hands

These searching hands

Sometimes my mind wanders

It muses it ponders the spaces in between

The spaces in between that leave me from feeling complete

Sticky sweet

Sometimes my mind weaves gold through

The spaces in between

That leave me behind unaligned

They spiral upward like vines on a tree

Thin as the air that I breathe

The sticky sweet spaces in between

Sticky sweet

But nothing is as it seems

And it feels like honey as I wake from a dream

And it feels like honey all the spaces in between

And it feels like it feels like a dream

And it feels like honey like vines on a tree

And it feels like honey all the sticky sweet

And it feels like honey to me

Take these take these take my take

These hands

These shaking hands these worn out hands

These hands

These wistful hands do see

These trembling hands do see

These gifted hands do speak

These hands

Nothing is as it seems

And it feels like honey like vines on a tree

And it feels like honey all the spaces in between

And it feels like it feels like honey

And it feels like honey as I wake from a dream

And it feels like honey it's sticky sweet

And it feels like it feels like a dream