Lyrics

[Verse 1]

Under the moon, where the tall flowers lean,
I hear the hive in the spaces between.
Gold on my hands, gold on my face,
I walk alone to the sacred place.

Petals are watching, the night opens wide,
Something is humming from deep inside.
Not like a song, not like a prayer,
More like a secret waking the air.

[Pre-Chorus]

Step by step, I enter the light,
Black wings shining in the yellow night.
The garden knows what I have been,
It lets me begin again.

[Chorus]

This is where the honey learns to breathe,
Where the flowers bow down underneath.
Where the old heart rises from the deep,
And the golden choir sings in me.

Call my name through the amber leaves,
Wrap my soul in the wings I need.
I was lost, but the hive believed —
This is where the honey learns to breathe.

[Verse 2]

They placed a crown of wax and flame,
And every bee began to say my name.
I did not run, I did not hide,
I let the sweetness come alive.

The elders danced in robes of gold,
Their silver hair like rivers old.
No one spoke, but all could hear
The sound of wonder drawing near.

[Pre-Chorus 2]

Round and round, the lanterns swing,
The night grows warm, the flowers sing.
I give my sorrow to the stream,
And wake inside a golden dream.

[Chorus]

This is where the honey learns to breathe,
Where the flowers bow down underneath.
Where the old heart rises from the deep,
And the golden choir sings in me.

Call my name through the amber leaves,
Wrap my soul in the wings I need.
I was lost, but the hive believed —
This is where the honey learns to breathe.

[Bridge]

Do not wake me from this place,
I have found my second face.
Not young, not old, not gone, not near,
I am the voice the bees can hear.

Pour the gold into my bones,
Build my heart from honeycombs.
Let the dark become my veil,
Let the wings become my sail.

[Final Chorus]

This is where the honey learns to breathe,
Where the moonlight gathers at my feet.
Where the quiet turns into a flame,
And the garden starts to say my name.

Call me home through the amber leaves,
Lift my soul on the hidden breeze.
I was lost, but the hive believed —
This is where the honey learns to breathe.

[Outro]

In the hive… I hear my name…
In the gold… I rise again…
Soft wings… carry me…
Where the honey learns to breathe…