Confessions of my memories, discovered in repose
Now empty of my guilt, I see the rose
In my fondest memory, in an instant, did I see
Now empty of my guilt, my queen bee
What kind of bees, do you suppose, are within the celestial rose
They are agents in the transfer of the light
A swirling conversation, harmonious, a delight
Around the light, so bright, it blinds the night
And the wonder and the bliss, from what was then and now to this
In the transfer of the light that blinds the night
Confessions of my memories, discovered in repose
Now empty of my guilt, I see the rose
In my fondest memory, in an instant, did I see
Now empty of my guilt, my queen bee
Confessions of my memories, discovered in repose
Now empty of my guilt, I see the rose
In my fondest memory, in an instant, did I see
Now empty of my guilt, my queen bee
Confessions of my memories, discovered in repose
Now empty of my guilt, I see the rose
In my fondest memory, in an instant, did I see
Now empty of my guilt, my queen bee
Everett Heath - My Queen Bee (feat. Stu Boyer) Lyrics
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Confessions of my memories, discovered in repose
Now empty of my guilt, I see the rose
In my fondest memory, in an instant, did I see
Now empty of my guilt, my queen bee
What kind of bees, do you suppose, are within the celestial rose
They are agents in the transfer of the light
A swirling conversation, harmonious, a delight
Around the light, so bright, it blinds the night
And the wonder and the bliss, from what was then and now to this
In the transfer of the light that blinds the night
Confessions of my memories, discovered in repose
Now empty of my guilt, I see the rose
In my fondest memory, in an instant, did I see
Now empty of my guilt, my queen bee
Confessions of my memories, discovered in repose
Now empty of my guilt, I see the rose
In my fondest memory, in an instant, did I see
Now empty of my guilt, my queen bee
Confessions of my memories, discovered in repose
Now empty of my guilt, I see the rose
In my fondest memory, in an instant, did I see
Now empty of my guilt, my queen bee
Now empty of my guilt, I see the rose
In my fondest memory, in an instant, did I see
Now empty of my guilt, my queen bee
What kind of bees, do you suppose, are within the celestial rose
They are agents in the transfer of the light
A swirling conversation, harmonious, a delight
Around the light, so bright, it blinds the night
And the wonder and the bliss, from what was then and now to this
In the transfer of the light that blinds the night
Confessions of my memories, discovered in repose
Now empty of my guilt, I see the rose
In my fondest memory, in an instant, did I see
Now empty of my guilt, my queen bee
Confessions of my memories, discovered in repose
Now empty of my guilt, I see the rose
In my fondest memory, in an instant, did I see
Now empty of my guilt, my queen bee
Confessions of my memories, discovered in repose
Now empty of my guilt, I see the rose
In my fondest memory, in an instant, did I see
Now empty of my guilt, my queen bee
Writer: Everett Heath, Charles Erlinger Jr.
Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid
Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid
Performed By: Everett Heath
Language: English
Length: 4:36
Written by: Everett Heath, Charles Erlinger Jr.