This will stay with you For a while now I'm fascinated with the past And what it's done to you You can call me sentimental If you wanted too And you can call me nieve As i look for truth When we were seven And the bees they had it out for you The air smelled nothing Like the city you'd eventually move to And what convinced you That you were so deserving When you thought God was punishing you The quiet desperation Of your mother in her hearts chamber The simmering, foreclosed exhaustion Of you father with his eyes on the weather And if you could forgive yourself as quickly When we were seven And the bees they had it out for you The air smelled nothing Like the city you'd eventually move to The world is spinning On a point of soft earth You can dirty your hands Brying A broken heat or so i've heard And if you could stay here my baby My baby We could use you as sundial and maybe If we collected Collective memories Bestow your tribal powers On our budding family If we collected Cellective memories Bestow your tribal powers On our budding family