Fran Smith - Bee-lines lyrics

Here I am: kicking up the fallen leaves From every tree the wind disarms And I am wishing That it might blow you from your pedestal And carry you into my arms And I'm been saving all your letters Like you, they're beautiful but hard to read And there are so many words But you can't tell me Who you want and what you need Some lessons go unlearnt: Why'd ya say sorry if you weren't? You can't just land on my branch and then suddenly take flight No one wants an apple after someone's had a bite And you insist on making bee-lines for the stickiest of hives Then leave for finer weather, soon as the first winter arrives Sometimes I dream of you so vividly: I draw your outlines and the colors that fill your eyes, Brimming, And I wish your actions were as beautiful And you gave my questions some replies Though I'm a little black and blue I can live without you You can't just land on my branch and then suddenly take flight No one wants an apple after someone's had a bite And you insist on making bee-lines for the stickiest of hives Then leave for finer weather, soon as the first winter arrives You can't just land on my branch and then suddenly take flight No one wants an apple after someone's had a bite And you insist on making bee-lines for the stickiest of hives Then leave for finer weather, soon as the first winter arrives Here I am: kicking up the fallen leaves From every tree the wind disarms And I am wishing That it might blow you from your pedestal And carry you into my arms