Beehive Mind - The Crimea

The lion tamer’s irresistible whisper, the pantomime villain, is only a kitten

The beckoning voices at sixes and sevens, all tomorrows mysteries written in

her lipstick

The flower that cannot blossom, grows at the bottom, of the mid Atlantic valley,

in the mid Atlantic ocean

Waits for that moment when the whirlpools above it, and a tunnel of light,

forms clear to the sky

Baby you’re the meeting of the Nile and the Amazon

You are the point of no return

The greatest of them all

Victoria falls falling over Niagara Falls

You are the honey

You are the honey

In my beehive mind

The penniless orphan, now entering orbit, the sherbet fountains,

the candy floss clouds

The sugar capped mountain, the chocolate ocean, swimming with dolphins,

we bleed serotonin

There was a scarecrow, on a barren hillside, and I’ll wait here ‘til I die,

or my conscience springs to life

When the last man standing, has stood on a landmine, and a tunnel of light,

forms clear to the sky

Baby you’re the meeting of the Nile and the Amazon

You are the point of no return

The greatest of them all

Victoria falls falling over Niagara Falls

You are the honey

You are the honey

In my beehive mind