Flaxen hair blowing in the breeze
It is time for the geese to head south
I [bad word] with my mustard seed
I cannot accept that she will be taken from me

 Do you know who I am  she said
 I m the one who taps you on the shoulder when it s your time
Don t be afraid
I promise that she will awake
Tomorrow
Somewhere
Tomorrow
Somewhere 

- wrap yourself around
the Tree of Life
and the Dance of the Infinity
of the Hive -
take this message to Michael

I [bad word] myself into chains
In between the tap dance clan
and your ballerina gang
I [bad word] for the Beekeeper
I know you want my
You want my Queen -
Anything but this
Can you use me instead?

In your gown with your breathing mask
Plugged into a heart machine
As if you ever needed one
I must see the Beekeeper
I must see if she ll keep her alive
Call Engine 49
I [bad word] with my mustard seed

Maybe I m passing you by
Just passing you by girl
I m passing you by
On my way
On my way
I m just passing you by
But don t be confused
One day I ll [bad word] for you 
I must see the Beekeeper
I must see the Beekeeper