Laying on the bed of a honey bee
They've got 200 downloads on a new release
Shy and sheer with the face of a cliff
They'll be a danger to the climbers when they reach the lips
Spilling my tea onto tear stains
A fragrance that hints of mistakes
When I walk out the door my throat's still warm
Yearning to run, but not to hide
I was hoping to have him but keep tasting my pride
Shy and sheer when faced with a cliff
It's too much to climb it when I reach the lip
Spilling my tea onto tear stains
A fragrance that hints of mistakes
It's the steeping that cures my heartache
When I walk out the door my throat's still warm
Ah-ah-ah
Every time I turn my head
I see your shadow in the trees
And I lose the hour
I can't help but melt when the hell-fire felt
So soft and violent loud to the touch
Spilling my tea onto tear stains
Spilling my tea onto tear stains
I'm spilling my tea onto tear stains
I'm spilling my tea onto tear stains
Spilling my tea onto tear stains
Spilling my tea onto tear stains
Spilling my tea onto tear stains
Spilling my tea onto tear stains
Spilling my tea onto tear stains
Spilling my tea onto tear stains
