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 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 twine in your eye light

String me from heaven to time you bee stung.

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.