theres a bee sitting on a flower mid meadow , mid summer, in the mid night weather. so misplaced. So far away from the hive. And i must confess i do not think he is going to make it back again. Id take him home myself but the sting brings me , brings me pain.
Theres a bee sitting on a flower mid meadow, mid summer, in the mid night weather. So misplaced but happily buzzing. I don’t think he cares, or maybe he doesn’t quite know. that theres a hollow and its growing , growing growing,

WHY AM I HERE
THE MID NIGHT WEATHER LOOKED SO PLEASANT
WHY AM I HERE DRAWN FROM MY DREAMING BED
DRAWN FROM MY DREAMING BED DRAWN FROM MY BLEEDING HEAD

MY MOTHERS CALLING CALLING CALLING
BUT I AM STANDING FROZEN, UNSPOKEN CHANGING
UNDER THE MIDNIGHT WEATHER
IN THE MID SUMMER MEADOW
BY THE BEE WHOSE LOST HIS Way
AND THIS BEE IS JUST LIKE Me
id take him home my self
but the sting brings me, brings me pain.
SO I’ve left him in meadow