Start with your fingers They finger the change That carries me home in our evening You're bee stung there... Press your palm to your snow-coated thought cage That 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 all 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 the twine in you eyelight String me from heaven to time You bee stung me... 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 to late
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