The Flies - She Keeps Bees

Like the flies I miss the scent and the chase

the sweet smell of fruit trees so I wait here on the bend

when the doves are released I’m in the weeds and I can’t see your green grass

so I wait here on the bend

bride mine she saunters through unharmed but very unkept

they whistle in her ears the years she’s scored

to charm her way to find a home the love she keeps tonight won’t give her peace

but that’s alright

let’s discuss all the needs of the sick sick girls could you name them please

too long to list I’m on the road of picture maps no picket fence and no white

dress

it’s the only way to keep me day dreaming to tune the part that’ll ring them

dead I feel I can save my life

you say I’m wrong but that’s alright

it’s the bend that takes so long to be free