bees don't sting in the fall
maybe it was modern

not the truth but framed by it

still the same as you call it the same
presence that one has in one's kindling

two things and emotions can you feel it
two things and emotions like like can you

i hid my lyrics in the album sleeve where you
no there's not a you not a you anywhere

here the angels come in and i'm in i'm
in for the whole track right to the gap

where the track stops i'm the boy in it
while the floorboards go gradually cold

from my dancing


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