I was a glass beach

And you finally found me

After all the waves crushed the ugly

My shores were pretty.

And that is all you see

The pristine and carefree

Not the broken bottles I arranged to make tea.

Not the silent days

I worked in agony

Just so you would come back

To visit me.

Just for you to say

I like the honey, not the honeybee.

Well, I'm the honeybee

Maybe it's from my greed

Please tell me that the things I've done

Make your heart beat.

Pick me up and send me off

To love the ones you seek

Then pull me back and set me down

To crush my little wings.

I'm the honeybee...