Lyric

You sit beside me, tracing the rim of your glass

A body so fragile, it might break in my embrace

Yet the grace you carry

Can’t hide its secret flame

I look away from the ring on your hand

I lean closer, but you slip away

With just one glance, you turn aside

Keeping me at arm’s length

I want to hold you strong, to claim you mine—

But I can’t even whisper the words to reach you

Your sweet eyes pull me under; I can’t escape

Like a bee imprisoned, drawn

To the blossom’s scent, to the honey of your bloom

You sit beside me, eyes lost in your phone

A sigh escapes, concealing truths untold

The quiet brilliance you hide

Still shines with gentle grace

I turn away from the ring on your hand

I lean closer, but you only smile

With just a curve of your lips

You disarm me, calm me down

I want to hold you tight, to never let you go—

But I can’t even reach for the warmth of your hand

Your sweet eyes pull me under; I can’t escape

Like a bee imprisoned, drawn

To the blossom’s scent, to the honey of your bloom

If space could bend, if time obeyed my will

We’d be together—two as one

But maybe it’s mercy that such a spell is gone

For I could never bear to hurt you

I want to hold you strong, to claim you mine—

But I can’t even whisper the words to reach you

I want to hold you tight, to never let you go—

But I can’t even reach for the warmth of your hand

Your sweet eyes pull me under; I can’t escape

Like a bee imprisoned, drawn

To the blossom’s scent, to the honey of your bloom