In a single dew drop I see the future
As I'm drawn to you as you are.
So free of emotion and yet full of hope...
I'd take your face in my hands.
I'd take you through fields of dried grass and honey bees...
Running away... You are running away again
Through doors that don't open; Through shattered glass.
You never look back. That threshold of pain
Is just the beginning of things that don't last...
And every time I watch you go,
And pick up pieces of things that we didn't break.
The air is still warm beside me,
And smells like honey and hay.
If you could only stay... and running were only an option...
What do you find in your labyrinths of unopened doors?
I'd take your face in my hands...
I'd take you through fields of dried grass and honey bees...
As I am a labyrinth... Let go of remorse.
Look up: honey bees are flying.
They will take your pain, those honey bees...
But you are running away
And I pick up pieces of things that we didn't break.
There is no air beside me...
You smell like honey and hay.