Changes of the harshest fastest kind
came sweeping through our lives with an engraved invite.
So coat all the fixtures gilded gold and be so sure
to sell yourself and call it breaking molds.
Wasted time within your clutches,
undermined by bombs in bunches,
miles high they explode it all away.
Cause you saw me with bells a ringing,
now you see red and I am singing,
the bees of life are softly stinging you.

Somewhere we will not be afraid.
Somewhere there are words left to be said.
Under the elephant barricade
in the middle of the room it seems his bed is made.

Open up the world we go into
it is not the same one as for me as it is for you.
Yours is one of need and mood and plight
it rings of flowers blossoming and dieing in the night.
Wasted time within your clutches,
undermined by bombs in bunches,
miles high they explode it all away,
You saw me with bells a ringing,
now you see red and I am singing,
the bees of life are softly stinging you.