Bee-lines Lyrics - Singles - Fran Smith

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