iced honey

you can't put a butterfly in a jar

if the effort's too high no matter who you are

you can't catch the moon

or the sun or the stars

it doesn't matter who you are

iced honey

now me i've tried a million tricks

to make life cold and make it stick

not running heat that flames then out

but the proud piece of ice that always floats

iced honey

if i can't trap a butterfly or a bee

if i can't keep my heart where i want it to be

if no matter how much soul and heart

i put to the wood

if a flaming heart is not that good

iced honey

if you can't put a butterfly in a jar

if violence mars your final hour

if you make others feel like jam

poured on a piece of charbroiled lamb

if it's all mixed up and you cannot shout

and your oxygen starts to run out

if your final gasp has the recipe wrong

and instead of hello you say so long

if your energy starts to leak out

and people wonder what you're all about

a heartbreaker with an unattached heart

the story of love gives them all a start

and me

i've always been this way

not by choice

just this way

i can't put my honey pot in a jar

or a heart or a fist of some young boy

if you can't put a butterfly in a jar

no wonder no need to wonder where you are

it might seem like hell

the river styx

your affection never sticks

no matter what you say

no matter what you do

a butterfly heart flies right past you

there's nothing to say

nothing to do

see if the ice will melt for you

iced honey