She flies higher, the queen bee, on the dance of death, of lust and love
Till she burns out the drones who chase her, one by one,
He who keeps with the chase enjoys the dance, but it kills him in the end
But he dies knowing the sacrifice for love, having loved before he was gone
Those who give up the chase, knowing its not their place,
Fear not the failure, make the choice, they drop away
This queen who flies above is not to be the death of them from love
So they live to love and die from loving another another day.