Living On Honeycomb - Everything But The Girl

Outside the fair still rages.

Young men the wrath of ages in their heads,

Fight for the comfort of their beds.

And inside here we lie alone,

Living on honeycomb you’ve guessed — truly we are blessed.

My love is like the raging sea,

The wind that knocks the birds out of the trees.

I’m at home, living on honeycomb.

Where would I be without you?

Giving my love just the same,

To a man who couldn’t even spell my name,

Or hoping for a wintry smile from every hard-faced passerby,

Or the man who run the crooked coconut shy.

My love is like the raging sea,

The wind that knocks the birds out of the trees.

I’m at home, living on honeycomb.

Where would I be without you?

You always were the best my friend on the ruthless rifle range,

And I’m glad to see you haven’t changed.

But the big wheel frightened me you see,

Made me dizzy now my head is spinning, take me back home to my bed.

My love is like the raging sea,

The wind that knocks the birds out of the trees.

I’m at home, living on honeycomb.

Where would I be without you?