This is not inspiration that I'm feeling
This restlessness and reeling
Good ideas do not fall out of thin air
Good ideas grow on trees
Deep in the woods
A narrator speaks
I claw and clamor and drop to my knees
I take the beating, but it wasn't meant for me
Good ideas grow on trees
In spider web
In spite of me
In honeycomb
In a skull full of angry bees
Good ideas grow on trees
Good ideas will not always let you in
Good ideas crawl under your skin
Stretch like canvas over our bones
The lines are frantic, and the color explodes
It keeps me young while my body has decayed
Good ideas will blow you away
In spider web
In spite of me
In honеycomb
In a skull full of angry bees
Good ideas grow on trees
I take the bеating, but it wasn't meant for me
Good ideas grow on trees