Beard of Bees

Prisoners of ourselves

Desperate little elves

We hide inside a tree

And wear a beard of beesBut do you know that when

You're here with me

That's the only time that I feel freeSo wrap me in your skin

A holiday of sin

We'll take it when we can

There is no master planBut do you know that when

You're here with me

That's the only time that I feel freeAnd everything is true

If we think it through

Or maybe it's a lie

We'll find out when we dieBut do you know that when

You're here with me

That's the only time that I feel free