Bees - Jared Mees and the Grown Children (Lyrics)

Below are the lyrics to "Bees" by Jared Mees and the Grown Children from Caffeine Alcohol Sunshin Money

*These lyrics were transcribed and hold no guarantee for accuracy

Send us a signal
Give us a sign
The needle’s on empty
But you 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 (unknown lyric) world of conviction
And a lifetime of wonder
Creeping suspicion that it’s all soon going under
(unknown lyric) sandals from that landslide in the small town
The wax from the candles on the strap of her costume ball gown
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 go blind as you stare at the sun
Just making his rounds
And increasing the dread
That each morning you leave slightly more of yourself in the bed
But the radio is on
And it’s turning my heart into gold
And the guilt I once had is gone
It’s been replaced by a fear of dying before I get old now

(unknown lyric) the decay
We’ll 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
‘Cause if breathing is the error it’s the simplest correction
‘Cause if breathing is the error it’s the simplest correction