Keeping Bees - Air Traffic Controller

I can, I can, I can feel them

Crawling on my skin

This could mean a war is building

And you have to cheat to win

I can, I can, I can see your will is caving in

This could mean a mercy killing

But I’m bound to feel the sting

The truth about keeping bees oh

The flower is bound to find you

The power flows back and forth through

The unintentional crimes

The truth about keeping bees oh

You’re gonna get stung sometimes

Honey, try not to get hung up on

The unintentional crimes

You say, you say, you say you can smell the

Coming days of spring

When the apple turns to vermilion

You know it’s nothing but a fling

But it tasted, tasted, tasted sweeter

Than it’s ever been

This could be the one in a million

With the tiniest of wings

The truth about keeping bees oh

The flower is bound to find you

The power flows back and forth through

The unintentional crimes

The truth about keeping bees oh

You’re gonna get stung sometimes

Honey, try not to get hung up on

The unintentional crimes

Gonna get stung sometimes

Unintentional, unintentional crimes

The truth about keeping bees oh

The flower is bound to find you

The power flows back and forth through

The unintentional crimes

The truth about keeping bees oh

You’re gonna get stung sometimes

Honey, try not to get hung up on

The unintentional crimes

Gonna get stung, gonna get stung sometimes

Unintentional, unintentional, unintentional, unintentional crimes

Unintentional, unintentional crimes