Текст песни Bees

I want to know every inch of your soul Before I know anymore Do you still have your soul? Or did you smoke it out (oh no) Like a beekeeper does with his little ones? Yours is black, covered with tar Mix it with mine 'cause mine's not dark enough Let's kill our habits and be moderate I'll wait for your sweetness Like a beekeeper waits for his little ones He always waits for them to return Will your soul return and blend with mine?