Hey babe it’s me, I’m talking on the boardwalk, the full moon’s glist’ning.
On the beach there’s rhythm song, a tasty merengue beat that makes me dream.
But I don’t like the wait, when I have to peel, away slowly what I feel, I start to reel, Shortly after I retry.
Time and paper, Time and paper, Time and paper, Time and paper.
Why be afraid if I’m not alone?
Though life is never easy, the rest is unknown.
And up to now for me, it’s been hands against stone.
Spent each and every moment searching for what to believe
Each time that they fly by,
all these flocks of wild geese,
I hear something that calls;
a kind voice that repeats,
that despite our defeats,
we can still flap our wings.
Obstacles, bad circumstances, pressure, self-doubt, barriers,
mental limitations, unexpected series of unfortunate events,
sickness, lost loves, and many more things will come to plague
us all. Bumble Bee is about getting through them even if not
in the way we imagine.
At times the sparks of joy transform into sadness.
And everyone will talk while the memories begin to fade.
Do all the songs burn up when the stage goes down in flames.
or do they stay safe behind a shield?
This song is one I wanted to translate for a special person
but I never got the chance. If I think back, this song is also
the first flicker of the admiration and fixation I have with
shooting stars and the many things they represent to me.
Lastly, it taught me melancholy long before I had any life experience to
warrant it a place in my heart.