Bees-Jared Mees/The Grown Children
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Bees - Jared Mees/The Grown Children
Send us a signal give us a sign
The needle's on empty
But she swore everything would be fine
But it's on fire and there's bees in the walls
They're buzzing so loud that I swear
I miss every one of my calls
So do it with smoke do it with light
But whatever you do just make sure that
It's strong and it's bright
'Cause it feels like the end
But I now and then overreact
They've been saying that since way back
When the moon turned to blood and made rivers
All over your back now
This whole world conviction and a lifetime of wonder
The creeping suspicion that it's all soon going under
Bought all my sandals from
That landslide in the small town
The wax from the candle's
On the strap of her costume ballgown
It comes through the windows just like radiation
It penetrates like a saber
And according to all my calculations
The sickness will descend in even gradations
Defying the preacher's evaluations
Now is always better than later
Go get the door send them away
This is not a good time and
It doesn't look like a good day
'Cause the house has the odds
They're a hundred to one
That you will decay in your tracks and
You'll blind as you stare at the sun
Just making it's rounds and increasing the dread
That each morning
You leave slightly more of yourself in the bed
But the radio's on and it's turning my heart into gold
And the guilt I once had is gone
It's replaced by a fear dying before
I get old now
The scent of the decay will stay
With you all of your life
The way that the blood still decades later
Stains your pen knife
It's 10:59 according to the clock at the station
Oh what a perfect time to begin making accusations
It's easy to forget but it's tough to lose
Like the color of your complexion
Blends in so nicely with
Purples and blues and most of the time
It's disguised as a bruise
It sleeps under the skin as the good life accrues
If breathing's the error it's the simplest correction
Oh 'cause of breathing's the error
It's the simplest correction