Sting

A fading sting, of dealing And I would come but i'm teething My faith is humdrum, my wait is over Hmm, the peeling of fear A feeling from death And the paling sting in me 'Cos i'm sure of death There's no weeping My faith is humdrum, my wait is over When I found a girl, in pairs No, I had to see you again Hmm, the peeling of fear I'm sure of death Here's the bee sting! My faith is humdrum, my wait is over When I found a girl, in pairs No, I had to see you again