Honey

These things I do for money Don't know what I might have done If all the bees with all their honey Weren't busy smoking in their hive Lead me to the auto-da-fé I am eager for the burn I found you, I found out I found out I found out For all the bees that make that honey Perfume their wings with burning pine I need a window to let all the air in, air in, air in Air fill my lungs til I've got something to say Love is a bind And a kindness And your hands Burn steady And I'm at peace. Can't lose your grip With your fears Rising to the light I believe I believe I believe I believe