Telling the Bees

Ooh, lady of impossible cases

Come close, kiss the salt from my face

What did you learn from your years in the garden?

Agony is what precedes the sweetest taste

But Rita, keep bringing flowers to the sea

The only love I've ever had that knows to nurture me

Rita, hold me still in your blue monastery

For I know that Magdalene, honey, I've knelt and I told the bees

Oh, my swarm of stings

My sweet honey machine

Oh, my swarm of stings

The storm broke open in me

Oh, my swarm of stings

My sweet honey machine

Oh, my swarm of stings

The storm broke open in me

Ooh, lady of impossible cases

Come close, kiss the salt from my face

What did you learn from your years in the garden?

Agony is what precedes the sweetest taste

But Rita, keep bringing flowers to the sea

The only love I've ever had that knows to nurture me

Rita, hold me still in your blue monastery

For I know that Magdalene, honey, I've knelt and I told the bees

Oh, my swarm of stings

I'm telling the bees

Oh, my swarm of stings

The storm broke open in me

Oh, my swarm of stings

My sweet honey machine

Oh, my swarm of stings

I'm telling the bees

But Rita, bringing flowers to the sea

The only love I've ever had that knows to nurture me

Rita, hold me still in your blue monastery

For I know that Magdalene, honey, I've knelt and I told the bees

I know that Magdalene, honey, I've knelt and I told the bees