And I'll climb way up to where honeywater
Drips down down the side of the mountain
And I'll cry
I'll cry honeywater tears
And my spit will turn to salt
And I'll forget everything that's hurt me
And I'll teleport to a world where I'm a tourist
And my hands are dirt
And my garden is enormous
And I'll harvest
And I'll seed
And my sprouts will be the best you've ever seen