lyrics
7. Search Party
I remember, I saw a bee on a pavement.
He couldn’t fly away,
he was stuck on some old patch of sunlight,
where the sugar held his feet.
And I remember, when the rain started falling,
he was there for weeks,
till the water swept away his body,
in a wreath of fallen leaves.
Then all the trees waved their arms,
shaking their yellow hands away
to fill the air with fires and alarms,
telling the wintertime
everything’s prepared now.
In a corner, far away from the bright lights,
seven mists perform some old dance upon the
steel-framed window,
to tempt the brave to face the cold,
where all the trees show their bones,
a freezing basket for the moon
to shine upon the breath of mobile phones,
telling the wintertime
everything’s prepared now.
I think I would rather be
like that old summer bee,
stupid, stuck, and dead,
with the leaves around my head.
Don’t care if winter comes,
I’ll be hanging by my thumbs.
Let the search parties know
they can turn back home.
Now there's almost darkness at noon,
the years are rushing past my head,
I step into the tide at full moon,
into the wintertime:
everything's prepared now.
I think I was made to be
like that old summer bee,
stupid, stuck, and dead,
etc.
credits
from
Follow The Gleam,
released January 22, 2013
composed by Heneghan & Lawson
Ben Heneghan: vocals, keyboards
Ian Lawson: piano
Mike Heneghan: bass
Andrew Lawson: drums, percussion
Sylvia Strand: backing vocals
Matt Sage: guitar
Sarah Heneghan: guitar
Gethin Liddington: trumpet
Gareth Roberts: trombone
Lee Goodall: alto sax
Osian Roberts: tenor sax
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