Oh, when the day is blue
I'll sit here wondering about you
And how the pollen fell all around your face
In strange yellow patterns, but
I wasn't prepared for this, I...
I wasn't prepared for this, I...
When the morning came,
the bees flew down and wrapped themselves around me
and that's when I spoke the word to
have them trace your face for me in pollen. But...
I wasn't prepared for this, I...
I wasn't prepared for this, I...
Come, come back to me my, my darling
Come, come back to me my, my darling
I wasn't prepared for this, I...
I wasn't prepared for this, I...
When the day is blue
I'll sit here wondering about you...