Kneading with Honey Lyrics
| Song | Kneading with Honey |
| Artist | Enchantment |
| Album | Dance the Marble Naked |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| 作曲 : Enchantment, Jones | |
| O never a breath to hold me | |
| Silent is the unstrung harps (in play) | |
| The laying of wedding sheets down | |
| Envy the masters of my passions | |
| Shape me, | |
| I am as wet as a widow's eye | |
| A youth before my sight | |
| Lays naked through this earth | |
| So with nature's gentle bosoms forgot | |
| Our age like winters bare | |
| Sisters, brothers of heavenly touch | |
| Flatter to passing fairs | |
| Gather their scarlet ornaments | |
| As passions likewise lent me | |
| Put a curse upon our bones | |
| And indeed beneath the shoulders | |
| Crossing the running rivers | |
| The oak tree stands withered these years | |
| I am naked here to suckle from nature | |
| And shade from males obscenity | |
| I dance the sickles hour | |
| O how like glorys calm me | |
| Its kindness, reads my eyes | |
| Hence these years | |
| Yet us then rejoice hereafter | |
| Notorious brides of scorn | |
| Decorate them with awe | |
| Bekiss the discord breed | |
| And tend to its virginity | |
| Feed the invert with decay | |
| For its humour shines kindly |
| zuo qu : Enchantment, Jones | |
| O never a breath to hold me | |
| Silent is the unstrung harps in play | |
| The laying of wedding sheets down | |
| Envy the masters of my passions | |
| Shape me, | |
| I am as wet as a widow' s eye | |
| A youth before my sight | |
| Lays naked through this earth | |
| So with nature' s gentle bosoms forgot | |
| Our age like winters bare | |
| Sisters, brothers of heavenly touch | |
| Flatter to passing fairs | |
| Gather their scarlet ornaments | |
| As passions likewise lent me | |
| Put a curse upon our bones | |
| And indeed beneath the shoulders | |
| Crossing the running rivers | |
| The oak tree stands withered these years | |
| I am naked here to suckle from nature | |
| And shade from males obscenity | |
| I dance the sickles hour | |
| O how like glorys calm me | |
| Its kindness, reads my eyes | |
| Hence these years | |
| Yet us then rejoice hereafter | |
| Notorious brides of scorn | |
| Decorate them with awe | |
| Bekiss the discord breed | |
| And tend to its virginity | |
| Feed the invert with decay | |
| For its humour shines kindly |
| zuò qǔ : Enchantment, Jones | |
| O never a breath to hold me | |
| Silent is the unstrung harps in play | |
| The laying of wedding sheets down | |
| Envy the masters of my passions | |
| Shape me, | |
| I am as wet as a widow' s eye | |
| A youth before my sight | |
| Lays naked through this earth | |
| So with nature' s gentle bosoms forgot | |
| Our age like winters bare | |
| Sisters, brothers of heavenly touch | |
| Flatter to passing fairs | |
| Gather their scarlet ornaments | |
| As passions likewise lent me | |
| Put a curse upon our bones | |
| And indeed beneath the shoulders | |
| Crossing the running rivers | |
| The oak tree stands withered these years | |
| I am naked here to suckle from nature | |
| And shade from males obscenity | |
| I dance the sickles hour | |
| O how like glorys calm me | |
| Its kindness, reads my eyes | |
| Hence these years | |
| Yet us then rejoice hereafter | |
| Notorious brides of scorn | |
| Decorate them with awe | |
| Bekiss the discord breed | |
| And tend to its virginity | |
| Feed the invert with decay | |
| For its humour shines kindly |
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