Well our dreams are full of bees, they're full of buzzing bees,
When we gonna waken honey?
We're on our knees, on our bended knees,
When we gonna stand up right?
Fields of poppies send you off to sleep.
Pray your holy road your soul to keep.
All the miles, all the restless miles,
When we gonna stop this running?
It's been a while, been a long long while,
When we gonna break on through?
And the sky looks down on me and says
What are you doing with your one little chance to be free?
And I look up at the sky and say
What am I doing with my one little chance to be alive?
Well the leaves are turning gold, they're turning red and gold,
God at least there's something changing.
It's getting old, getting awful old,
When we gonna make it new?
Well our dreams are full of bees, they're full of buzzing bees,
When we gonna wake in honey?