Bees.

Bees

One in a valley
and everybody loves him
still they dont want to know him
cause his eyes are so down
and the lights in his mind
make the moths all fall out

but they need what he says
and they feel what he plays
even in the dark
they find
the truth is better
from lips that dance
to the sky

rain drops
rising
from puddle
spirals
all about ground

and the moths will keep on floating
till they find their wishes
back inside the cup
watch them fly towards the light

so many dreamers
just for you
sending star storms
to pop at night
above your house
they shine so bright

all your dreams will come true

all your dreams will come true

then they turn like lamps alive
sharpen breath
wen can find ourselfs again
time never lost

i will see you on the moon
i will see you on the moon