Penelope

PENELOPE 5:30

Last night as you were sailing
the journey of a thousand seas
terror broke inside my heart
I heard you’d gone missing

and the golden bees were making
sweet honey from the olive tree
and the golden bees were making
sweet honey from the olive tree

last night as I weaved
you were sleeping in the arms of another
it was my, my undoing
spring breaking from inside my heart

last night as you were scheming
planes invaded the starry skies
fire rained down as from the sun
I wept in the garden

and the golden bees were making
sweet honey from the olive tree
and the golden bees were making
sweet honey from the olive tree

last night you cried out to me
I’m coming home Penelope
please please please wait for me
I’m going home Penelope

last night as I lay sleeping
I dreamt of God inside my heart
I felt a fire as from the sun
oh dear Lord I can’t hold on

and the golden bees were making
sweet honey from the olive tree
and the golden bees were making
sweet honey from the olive tree

last night as I prayed
I could not, could not delay
our son’s questions, his twelfth birthday
what you you have me say

last night as I was sailing
sailing home from my odyssey
I dreamt of you inside my heart
I dreamt of you Penelope

and the golden bees were making
sweet honey of my errors
and the golden bees were making
sweet honey of my treasures
and the golden bees were making
sweet honey of my jealousy
and the golden bees were making
sweet honey of our destiny
and the golden bees were making
sweet honey from the olive tree (x4)