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
