I wake up every night (to the sound). To the sound of breaking glass. Got troops in the bed. And tanks in the hall. I kidnapped and held for ransom (the one in me).
Honey bee, honey bee. Our hearts sing sympathy. Such a sweet melody. Honey bee, honey bee. . How do I count all the ways that you understand. Multiply the stars in the sky by the grains of sand.
I wake up every night (to the sound). To the sound of breaking glass. Got troops in the bed. And tanks in the hall. I kidnapped and held for ransom (the one in me).