See you in heaven, friend.

Oh, 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, I..

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 the word to

have them trace your face for me in pollen

but I wasn't prepared for this, I..
I wasn't prepared for this

When the day is blue

I'll sit here wondering about you...

Rest in peace, lovely.