All the bees are dying at my feet Crawling round cause they can't find the queen And I am in the high rise buzzing sweet Hovering I am humming high above the ridge Looking down on your trail of spit Following like honey to your lips Quivering Ooh, shoot me the moon down Ooh, shoot me the moon down Pollen in your teeth Sweet drunk and beastly Clover and white heat You got the latchkey How do you haunt me When you can't catch me Silent as the colony's collapse Sleep it off, learn how to adapt Melting down your cities made of wax Flickering Ooh, wrestle the moon down Ooh, wrestle the moon down