Meet me under the wings*
Underneath the clocktower
Plucking strings and things
Picking our mock flowers
And your eyes graze my hair
Making my locks cower
Lazy minutes pass
Still create the hazy hour
And our lives live by the tens and fives
Minute bees inside the stony hives
Pollinate the second hand
The hour is stuck in golden honeytime
Meet me on the front steps
Of the cathedral
And when it's opened up
There are too many people
But you cannot let it grow
So you stack them to the steeple
And when they hit the top
You dig another deep hole
And our lives live by the tens and fives
Minute bees inside the stony hives
Pollinate the second hand
The hour is stuck in golden honeytime

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