I stared at the ceiling to regain some feeling The days mixed with let downs and calm downs and put downs There's words and their feelings but none of them sit well You say that you're happy when no one believes you So I'll just take my time We're treading deep water and can't seem to come by any place Where we can force ourselves to know Where is the space in our heads for hopeful thoughts to grow? So now I hope you'll rush to my side A wish can't just choose to fall down by the wayside There's bees in the attic, acidic with panic Bees in the attic, acidic with panic, oh There's pills straws and bottles for all our bruised feelings They mixed well in person but sting when they're leaving So I will make up my mind We're treading deep water and can't seem to come by any place Where we can force ourselves to grow Where is the space in our heads for hopeful thoughts to grow? So now I hope you'll rush to my side We've threaded the needle and can't find a way out There's bees in the attic, acidic with panic Bees in the attic, acidic with panic, oh Bees in the attic, acidic with panic Bees in the attic, acidic with panic, oh