Silversun Pickups – Busy Bees

I heart metal
I heart wine
More so when they’re combined

The timber that scares me
Saved my life
Lesson schooled after twice

The trees are blinking bright
I shake in a rhythmic light
Never felt anything like
The cold of these dull spaces

Fog from bottles
End of light
Don’t start creation gears grind

The behind highway findings
Could change my mind
Busy bees don’t unequivocally fly

If we could only delayed down
And baloney on blank pages
Who would we write it for
And who would write it for me
For me
For me now

Some people wait only for a small bit
Why can’t we wait only for a small bit?

The trees are blinking bright
I shake in a rhythmic light
Never felt anything like
The cold of these dull spaces

If we could only delayed down
And baloney on blank pages
Who would we write it for
And who would write it for me
For me
For me now

Some people wait only for a small bit
Why can’t we wait for a small bit?

Some people wait only for a small bit
Some people wait only for a small bit
Some people wait only for a small bit
Why can’t we wait for a small bit?