Mel

Oh queen bee
Make me an instrument
Of your pleasure, yes, and of your glory
For if it's a night of complete darkness
I taste the honeycomb of your honey
I dig the direct brightness of the sky
And grab the sun with my hand
It's noon, it's midnight, it's all the time
Lick eyes, twist hair
Sorceress, let's go away
It's noon, it's midnight
Buzz on the forehead
On the window, in the crack of the tile
Through the stairs, through the door
Through the whole road
Animate the bosom of the forest with life
Love lends to the deserted beach
Buzz in the ear, shell of the sea
Oh honey-mouthed bee
Carmine, fleshy, red
Oh queen bee
Make me an instrument
Of your pleasure, yes, and of your glory.