Sweetness like honey sitting on the tongues of
Those who we want, yet we cannot have;
Bathe me in the amber glow as it pours from you -
Scrape it away with teeth sharpened for war, not love
Leave me craving the taste in the morning when you
Leave me for fear of what comes after the sweet;
I'd take you far away from this place if you'd let me -
Lick the honey off your lips and follow me home
