Laying on the bed with 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 with the face of 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

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 hellfire felt so soft and violent, loud to the touch

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
Spilling my tea onto tear stains