Beestung

Start with your fingers they finger the change
That carries you home in our evening
You're bee stung there

Press your palm to your snow coated thought cage
Carries me over your thinking
You're bee stung there

Between the tall buildings are snow coated alleys
Between us is nothing but grace
Snow rides the wind down and drives past the window
Falling all over your face

I fly out the window
And then ride the wind down
You fit me into my place
You're bee stung here

Start with your eyes when they eye me in twilight
Picking up pieces of mine
Tie me up with a twine in your eyelight
String me from heaven to time
You bee stung me

Between the tall buildings are snow coated alleys
Between us is nothing but grace
Help me up when you hear me behind you
Falling all over the place

It's not too late
It's not too late
It's not too late