I Wasn't Prepared
Eisley
When the day is blue, I'll sit here wondering about you
and how the pollen fell all around your face in strange yellow patterns.
But, I wasn't prepared for this.
When the morning came the bees flew down and wrapped themselves around me,
And that's when I spoke a word, to have them trace your face for me in pollen.
But, I wasn't prepared for this.
Come back, come back to me, my darling.