Bees - Lyrics - 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