Honeycombe Child
Natalie Imbruglia
Melting honeycombe
Tie my shoelace on my own
That boy laughing
Wearing my hands
To pull me back in
Home, home, home
To your love
Climb down the oak tree
Feeling the dry grass
Under my feet
I"m here without you
Holding on, holding on
Nothing to lose
And I don"t mind
You protecting me
To the end us
And I don"t mind
You protecting all the others
You, you carried me in
To bed from the car
I painted your face
But I had to ask
Permission to go
But don"t go to far
And we like to watch
All the flickering stars
You don"t like your face
But that"s who you are
I got all those shells
And put them in a box
How far would you go
If I didn"t want to stop
I looked in your eyes
And
