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