Представляем точный текст композиции "Bees" и глубже погружаем в смыслы творчества артиста Jared Mees and the Grown Children . Эта интерпретация слов песни помогает лучше понять смысл заложенный в композицию. Лирика «Bees» — это не просто строчки, а история, которую Jared Mees and the Grown Children передаёт через ритм и интонации. Изучайте переводы, оригинальные версии и толкования, чтобы раскрыть все грани этого трека.
Jared Mees and the Grown Children - "Bees"
Lyrics to Bees : Send us a signal, give us a sign The needles on empty, but she swore everything would be fine But its on fire, and theres bees in the walls Theyre 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 its strong and its bright Cause it feels like the end But I now and then overreact Theyve been saying that since way back when the moon turned to blood and made rivers all over your back now This whole world conviction and a lifetime of wonder The creeping suspicion that its all soon going under Bought all my sandals from that landslide in the small town The wax from the candles on the strap of her costume ballgown 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 preachers evaluations Now is always better than later Go get the door, send them away This is not a good time and it doesnt look like a good day Cause the house has the odds, theyre a hundred to one That you will decay in your tracks and youll blind as you stare at the sun Just making its rounds and increasing the dread That each morning you leave slightly more of yourself in the bed But the radios on and its turning my heart into gold And the guilt I once had is gone, its replaced by a fear dying before I get old now The scent of the decay will stay with you all of your life The way that the blood still, decades later, stains your pen knife Its 10:59 according to the clock at the station Oh, what a perfect time to begin making accusations Its easy to forget, but its tough to lose, like the color of your complexion Blends in so nicely with purples and blues and most of the time its disguised as a bruise It sleeps under the skin as the good life accrues If breathings the error, its the simplest correction Oh, cause of breathings the error, its the simplest correction [ Bees Lyrics ]
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