Lady Lamb the Beekeeper - Mezzanine Lyrics
There's a ghost, ghost in the mezzanineAnd she's soaked, soaked in a glimmeringSort of boneHer bones and I'm blatheringTo count all her freckles, to touch her bare anklesThe breath of the bread while it bakes.How I ache, I ache in the pit of meI awake, awake with this fear in meHow it makes, makes a fool out of meWith its knife how it carves the seeds out of my heartFor to plant in the soil for to feast.You are sweet, sweet as a nectarineWhen you speak, speak softly and gracefullyOh to meet you could quite possibly be the death of my dreadAnd the songs in my head would at last find their place and be sung.