[Verse — woody flute, bass pulse] I store the sweetness through the cold Keep little bodies safe from snow You taste the honey, want it clear And never ask what it costs here [Pre-Chorus] The meadow's calling from beyond I've worked so long I've lost its song [Chorus — bright, aching] Honeycomb, a thousand rooms I keep them warm, I lose my bloom I'd split the hive and chase the spring And feel the wildflowers on my wings But all the young would face the frost They shouldn't pay for what I've lost (Buzz low, stay warm) [Bridge — bass alone] The sun will come. I tell myself While summer gathers on the shelf [Outro] I taste one drop and close the lid Who was I before all this?
