Lyrics

[Instrumental] Honey had planted the rhododendron bushes which now crowed her family estate It was from their pollen that the bees made the heavy stuff "Mad Honey", some called it People had been tripping out on it for literally thousands of years Wasn't that wild? That was how she made her living down in London these days Psychedelics were in, baby! But she was the only one who could supply this special, all-natural high That was how she got her name, of course Personally, she hardly evеr ate the stuff Her own spеcial honey came from the glass house The glass house was a rusted Victorian construction half as big again as the main body of the house The kind of thing Emma had seen in pictures of the Great Exhibition, and Kew Garden Its countless windows fogged with the respiration of thousands of flowering plants, their leaves straining wetly against the glass Inside lived a colony of bees whose first queen, Honey said, had reigned during her grandfather's time The special honey they made was kept in a riveted metal tank, which made Emma think of an oversized old-fashioned travelling trunk Glowing amber sweetened oozed in slow motion, as Honey drew it from the squeaking tap at the side of the tank As soon as Emma tasted it, she knew she would never want to eat anything else ever again Days turned into weeks without Emma noticing or caring Sunshine and flowers and sweet, sweet nectar that was her life now She was at one with nature She helped herself to fat drops of mad honey which dripped from the many wild hives as she wandered the grounds hour after hour, day after day It was indeed, heavy stuff The glass house honey was her real sustenance, though She ate nothing but Ate so much that her skin shun yellow, and her sweat became sticky and sweet Honey came and went Emma was never sure whether she was along, or whether the other might be at her elbow, joint in-hand, to continue a conversation that had begun a week before