Field of Bees - Saro

False start little meadowlark

Doe-eyed into golden hour

Take flight in the dead of night

Ask the heavens why

Was our kingdom made of sand?

Was it your blood on my hands?

Did we ever stand a chance?

Ask the heavens why

I may never love another, 'nother, 'nother

I may never love another, 'nother, 'nother

I may never love another, 'nother, 'nother

I may never love another, 'nother, 'nother

Parched lips somewhere desolate

Lifetime left without a kiss

Confines of a narrow mind

Ask the heavens why

I’m afraid of who I am

Just a fragment of a man

Who will never understand

Ask the heavens why

I may never love another, 'nother, 'nother

I may never love another, 'nother, 'nother

I may never love another, 'nother, 'nother

I may never love another, 'nother, 'nother

Scheming how to return to the deep end

Building the will to drown you

I’ve found you

Insatiable hunger with no remedy

I may never love another, 'nother, 'nother

I may never love another, 'nother, 'nother

I may never love another, 'nother, 'nother

I may never love another, 'nother, 'nother