Bees

There's a voice that pulls me stumbling through a symphony
 And the less of it I need, the more I get
 Till I'm swept up by the shape of all the centuries
 Like an echo in the chambers of my chest
 I think she fears I'll be a servant to my history
 Or worse, a slave to someone else's misplaced doubts
 So I try too hard to kill what's out to kill me
 Till I'm blind and hiding in the lion's mouth
 And the words she aches to hear pour through my canyon
 And they're singing in the caverns of my limbs
 And though I do my best to try to understand them
 They only follow me like vultures in the end
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 I once read that I should write something worth reading
 Or I should do something worth writing about
 As my ears they buzz like bees upon the ceiling
 I start to pour a little more than I'm allowed
 I said our hearts know deeper seasons than our memories
 She said "This harvest might sustain us for a year"
 And of all the thousand ways the world could tempt me
 I've never met a better fighter than her fear
 So as I try to breathe the air that she is breathing
 And we dance a lightless dance upon my floor
 I am burning to tell her she's all I'm needing
 But I'm drowned out by all the noise outside the door
 Carried by the current of the morning
 Miles below the surface of the dawn
 This is not the place that I was born in
 But it doesn't mean it's not the place where I belong