Bees

Send us a signal, give us a sign
 The needle's on empty, but she swore everything would be fine
 But it's on fire, and there's bees in the walls
 They're buzzing so loud that I swear I miss every one of my calls
 So do it with smoke, do it with light
 But whatever you do, just make sure that it's strong and it's bright
 Cause it feels like the end
 But I now and then overreact
 They've been saying that since way back when the moon turned to blood and made rivers all over your back now
 This whole world conviction and a lifetime of wonder
 The creeping suspicion that it's all soon going under
 Bought all my sandals from that landslide in the small town
 The wax from the candle's on the strap of her costume ballgown
 It comes through the windows just like radiation, it penetrates like a saber
 And according to all my calculations, the sickness will descend in even gradations, defying the preacher's evaluations
 Now is always better than later
 Go get the door, send them away
 This is not a good time and it doesn't look like a good day
 Cause the house has the odds, they're a hundred to one
 That you will decay in your tracks and you'll blind as you stare at the sun
 Just making it's rounds and increasing the dread
 That each morning you leave slightly more of yourself in the bed
 But the radio's on and it's turning my heart into gold
 And the guilt I once had is gone, it's replaced by a fear dying before I get old now
 The scent of the decay will stay with you all of your life
 The way that the blood still, decades later, stains your pen knife
 It's 10: 59 according to the clock at the station
 Oh, what a perfect time to begin making accusations
 It's easy to forget, but it's tough to lose, like the color of your complexion
 Blends in so nicely with purples and blues and most of the time it's disguised as a bruise
 It sleeps under the skin as the good life accrues
 If breathing's the error, it's the simplest correction
 Oh, cause of breathing's the error, it's the simplest correction