(Verse1)
She the bee,
I the bear
And I want
To be stung.

To get my hands
On her sweet honey
Comb inches from
Where I hung.

Again I lost
My grip facing
Up landing hard
Back on the ground.

Back on the Ground,
Asking my self
What am I
Doing wrong?

(Chorus)
Your love is killing me !
Honey comb,
At the end of
A Judas tree.

Falling repeatedly !
Back on ground,
Looking up at
Circling bees.

Your love is killing me !
Honey comb,
At the end of
A Judas tree.

Falling repeatedly !
Back on ground,
Looking up at
Circling bees.

(Verse2)
I am facing
A problem and
The solution
Had to be found.

How can I
Hold fast and not slide
Back to the place where
I begun.

The first time I
Flinched then just now I...