Honey down a String
from: Flat Earth Diary
Honey Down a String Krista Detor 05/2011
sun on wheat against the olive hillside
just about a mile wide, about a mile away
are tinted lips and a pale blue shadow
in a little photo, in a silver frame
lovers speak the untrue
and someone hopes it will do
that someone never was you
ginger ale left out on the walkway
probably been there all day, warm as morning tea
smooth and sweet like honey down a string, oh
it's all that I can think of, thick and sweet must be
lovers speak the untrue
and hope that someone will do
that someone never was you
at the muddy mile, in the rutted bend
maybe sit a while - til scarlet sky is blue again
and stars come out
Don't you carry on so carelessly
when you are so close to me, when you are so near
cause someone’s singing Autumn Leaves, oh
outside someone’s window
darling, can you hear?
lovers sing the untrue
and someone hopes it will do
but that someone never was you
starry-eyed in the scarlet light
like the photograph - not a trace of pride
wishing on a star
someone's singing Autumn Leaves oh,
outside a window
darling, as they fall
smooth and sweet, like honey down a string, oh
that's all that I can think of, when I miss you most of all
sun on wheat against the olive hillside
just about a mile wide, about a mile away
are tinted lips and a pale blue shadow
in a little photo, in a silver frame
lovers speak the untrue
and someone hopes it will do
that someone never was you
ginger ale left out on the walkway
probably been there all day, warm as morning tea
smooth and sweet like honey down a string, oh
it's all that I can think of, thick and sweet must be
lovers speak the untrue
and hope that someone will do
that someone never was you
at the muddy mile, in the rutted bend
maybe sit a while - til scarlet sky is blue again
and stars come out
Don't you carry on so carelessly
when you are so close to me, when you are so near
cause someone’s singing Autumn Leaves, oh
outside someone’s window
darling, can you hear?
lovers sing the untrue
and someone hopes it will do
but that someone never was you
starry-eyed in the scarlet light
like the photograph - not a trace of pride
wishing on a star
someone's singing Autumn Leaves oh,
outside a window
darling, as they fall
smooth and sweet, like honey down a string, oh
that's all that I can think of, when I miss you most of all