Fast asleep, fast awake, they reach down so they can shake me In their arms, in their hair, fast enough to disappear Fruit of the spirit on the trees, milk and honey in the breeze So much I can't hold it in, love is running down my chin Get me out, cut me down, get me out As often as you take this sip, locks around your fingertips Tied up in the weeping leaves, do this and remember me I can't find him for the trees I think they'll get there before me Now they've got him by the hair The prince is hanging in mid air Get him out, cut him down, get him out Three times through the beating heart This is how things fall apart Guess I thought I saw you smile Tell the kind I'll be a while I can't find him for the trees Milk and honey in the breeze So much I can't hold it in Love is running down my chin Get me out, cut me down, get me out