Well, you lost it, oh, the honeycomb home
And the keeper doesn't see past the embroidery of all the wood and cotton, oh, opacity
And if the keeper comes to see, he'll drop somber tones that hurt for you and me
I've come to recognize your part
Well, the keeper has got a thing for bees
And an honor, we commend, he left the two of us to tend
But we were weary and had grown asleep
Thus, the nurture we have shown leaves us solemnly alone and sans the hive
I've come to recognize your part
Well, there's the keeper
Coming around the bend
And he'll ask us, spoken softly
What we've done