Beard of Bees

Prisoners of ourselves
Desperate little elves
We hide inside a tree
And wear a beard of bees
But do you know that when
You’re here with me
That’s the only time that I feel free
So wrap me in your skin
A holiday of sin
We’ll take it when we can
There is no master plan
But do you know that when
You’re here with me
That’s the only time that I feel free
And everything is true
If we think it through
Or maybe it’s a lie
We’ll find out when we die
But do you know that when
You’re here with me
That’s the only time that I feel free