Lord I love my honey
The problem is the bees
They all die when they sting
Or flee until spring
LA gardens and sunlight
The smell of Jasmin leaves
But when you're gone I feel weak
Is there nothing left to seek?
Or am I just dying all the time?
A slow death that rises and declines
Now you are the tide
I used to find it funny
The pain and misery
Down here the sky is seldom dark
I should not miss you at all
My shrink says I should try and heal my mind
But my body grows weak with a desire
Now you are the tide
Thought I needed a holiday
But the nightmares just follow me awake
And I'm farther from you now
Palm trees are the skyline
Sunset sirens blare
But it seems quiet to me
Cuz you are all I see
Am I just trying to deny
That the trials in life have no reasons or whys
Now you are the tide