These scarlet tears
These violent fears
These secret hopes
That bring me here
I tremble quick
My heart screams high
I tremble, I tremble
I sink low & draw nigh
(or) I sink low& breathe high
Lord, Oh Lord
Can you still even the heart of me
That buzzes like a beehive
And stings the soul of thee
(or) And stings my mind, that bee
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Definetly the first of both lines. Good stuff!
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