Honeybee

Honeybee
Honeybee, in my recent dream
I could see
I could see all these mighty things
And what I took from the outer folds
Or that midnight home
Outer folds
Honeybee
Resting in a soul agrees
I could meet
Come ward come may all your needs
But you don’t feel at home in that gold
I believe
Honeybee
Honeybee, it’s the strangest dream
You and me
Cased in gold and drink could breathe
You might feel at home in that cold
Just you _____ you got old