Beard of Bees - Clem Snide

Prisoners of ourselves

Desperate little elves

We hide inside a tree

And wear a beard of bees

But do you know that when

You’re here with me

That’s the only time that I feel free

So wrap me in your skin

A holiday of sin

We’ll take it when we can

There is no master plan

But do you know that when

You’re here with me

That’s the only time that I feel free

And everything is true

If we think it through

Or maybe it’s a lie

We’ll find out when we die

But do you know that when

You’re here with me

That’s the only time that I feel free