Sometimes I pretend to be asleep
When I think of all the times we weep
I hide under books and dust and leaves
Reading all the letters that you keep

Under the shower
Counting the flowers
No one sees my tears
I feel as if I were a bee

I don't have the power
Not to feel sour
After all these years
Could you show me how to be a happy bee?

I remember when you're still my friend
You're so gentle like a country man
So your golden coat fell off one day
I should have stayed to help you hold the clay

Under the shower
Counting the flowers
No one sees my tears
I feel as if I were a bee

I don't have the power
Not to feel sour
After all these years
Could you show me how to be a happy bee?

Under the shower
Counting the flowers
No one sees my tears
I feel as if I were a bee

I don't have the power
Not to feel sour
After all these years
Could you show me how to be a happy bee?