《Bees》歌词

[00:00:00] Bees - Jared Mees The Grown Children

[00:00:00] Send us a signal give us a sign

[00:00:06] The needle's on empty

[00:00:09] But she swore everything would be fine

[00:00:13] But it's on fire and there's bees in the walls

[00:00:19] They're buzzing so loud that I swear

[00:00:22] I miss every one of my calls

[00:00:26] So do it with smoke do it with light

[00:00:32] But whatever you do just make sure that

[00:00:35] It's strong and it's bright

[00:00:38] 'Cause it feels like the end

[00:00:42] But I now and then overreact

[00:00:45] They've been saying that since way back

[00:00:47] When the moon turned to blood and made rivers

[00:00:50] All over your back now

[00:01:04] This whole world conviction and a lifetime of wonder

[00:01:10] The creeping suspicion that it's all soon going under

[00:01:17] Bought all my sandals from

[00:01:19] That landslide in the small town

[00:01:23] The wax from the candle's

[00:01:25] On the strap of her costume ballgown

[00:01:29] It comes through the windows just like radiation

[00:01:34] It penetrates like a saber

[00:01:37] And according to all my calculations

[00:01:40] The sickness will descend in even gradations

[00:01:43] Defying the preacher's evaluations

[00:01:47] Now is always better than later

[00:01:55] Go get the door send them away

[00:02:02] This is not a good time and

[00:02:04] It doesn't look like a good day

[00:02:08] 'Cause the house has the odds

[00:02:11] They're a hundred to one

[00:02:14] That you will decay in your tracks and

[00:02:17] You'll blind as you stare at the sun

[00:02:20] Just making it's rounds and increasing the dread

[00:02:27] That each morning

[00:02:29] You leave slightly more of yourself in the bed

[00:02:33] But the radio's on and it's turning my heart into gold

[00:02:40] And the guilt I once had is gone

[00:02:43] It's replaced by a fear dying before

[00:02:46] I get old now

[00:02:56] The scent of the decay will stay

[00:02:59] With you all of your life

[00:03:02] The way that the blood still decades later

[00:03:06] Stains your pen knife

[00:03:08] It's 10:59 according to the clock at the station

[00:03:15] Oh what a perfect time to begin making accusations

[00:03:21] It's easy to forget but it's tough to lose

[00:03:25] Like the color of your complexion

[00:03:28] Blends in so nicely with

[00:03:30] Purples and blues and most of the time

[00:03:33] It's disguised as a bruise

[00:03:35] It sleeps under the skin as the good life accrues

[00:03:38] If breathing's the error it's the simplest correction

[00:03:44] Oh 'cause of breathing's the error

[00:03:47] It's the simplest correction