Start with your fingers
They finger the change
That carries me home in our evening

You're bee stung there...
Press your palm to your snow-coated thought cage
That carries me over your thinking

You're bee stung there...
Between the tall buildings
Are snow-coated alleys

Between us is nothing but grace
Snow rides the wind down
And drives past the window

Falling all over your face
I fly out the window
And then ride the wind down

You fit me into my place
You're bee stung here...
Start with your eyes

When they eye me in twilight
Picking up pieces of mine
Tie me up with the twine in you eyelight

String me from heaven to time
You bee stung me...
Between the tall buildings

Are snow-coated alleys
Between us is nothing but grace
Help me up when you hear me behind you

Falling all over the place
It's not to late