Hips and Makers

Beestung 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 build

You can come back When you want Just know that I'll be here I haven't left this step And when the lights go out I pick the angel up I only have two hands I she here? Is she here right now? Drive her off; don't bother to call I'm checking out today He