The Bees
I see when you're blind
And believe you when you lie
Why not take a moment to reply?
Sure, as you're so kind to us
Can we spend the night?
Do you suppose the bees know
The lines on the leaves
High among the trees?
Who controls the breeze?
Climbs among the trees
Firing all the leaves
Quiet trees arrange the light
Across the field and change your life
Winds around your need to be so right
What's wrong with us is obvious
Rolling grass and coasting over life
Isn't that the dream
High among the trees
Falling leaves
Are blinding me
The rafters lean
The falling leaves are after me
You should know to wipe your nose
And leave your hair alone
Don't you even dare
To fool yourself
You're on your own tonight
You can't seem to find
The friends you know
???
Come vague and compromise
Why is no one writing all this down
Now there's only ?? enough
We decided you