Bees, by the leaves, oh please receive my hand to the hive,
where you grow you golden sweet love of mine,
Just fill my hands with a love so divine
How do you buzz with no cares on your mind?
I wouldn't attempt to look for the signs,
for you and I are too poor to die
And we are all alive in the summer sky
where He still shines in all our lives
And I still cry when I think how you died, and how I'm still alive,
and for now I must try to survive, and I lie to my wife when I say I love her, but there's another inside,
I won't make it out alive,
when the truth is living but I'm trying to close the door,
but You keep pushing,
I cannot resist,
As I sit on the drive with my hand in the hive,
Licking honey from inside