Bees

You should think of a lesson
As a weapon of love, And teach your brother
Teach your sister
Think of a lesson as a weapon in love
There´s nothing you can do
But let time tick
Stay positive and show stiff lip
Nothing you can do
But let time tick away
Chorus:
These are the ghosts I made myself, I made myself
These are the ghosts I made
I need twice as much space
And half as many things
A well written verse that I can sing
Twice as much space
And a new set of strings
These are the ghosts I made myself
These are the ghosts I made
We can bury the memory
If we want to go back
We´re forward wanting
Past the haunting
Bury the memory
We don´t want to go back
--If you are actually reading this tab right now, it means you have amazing taste in music.
Paul Buffa