Bees and Flowers

Bees and Flowers

indie folk-pop, dreamy, mid-tempo, acoustic guitar, soft string swells, breathy vocals, melancholic warmth

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Lyrics

[Intro] Sunlight spills on cracked concrete A sparrow hums an empty street [Verse 1] Scuffed sneakers tap the sidewalk’s edge A kid ducks words that cut like ledge Tired eyes count coins for a fry A woman’s shadow drags and sighs We bleed the same red, thread to thread Why can’t we see we’re not so spread? [Chorus] I wish I could wrap the world in a hug Sew up the tears, mend every frayed rug We’re stitched the same under the same sky Why can’t we love like bees love the clover’s high? I choke on the pain hanging thick in the air Wish I could lift every heavy care We breathe the same breath, share the same air Why can’t we love like bees love the clover’s fair? [Interlude] (Instrumental Solo) [Verse 2] Calloused hands grip a weathered spade A man works till his bones start to fade Hidden scars map a teen’s quiet skin They hide behind stars that stopped shinin’ We all crave a touch that won’t break Why can’t we give, no more than we take? [Chorus] I wish I could wrap the world in a hug Sew up the tears, mend every frayed rug We’re stitched the same under the same sky Why can’t we love like bees love the clover’s high? I choke on the pain hanging thick in the air Wish I could lift every heavy care We breathe the same breath, share the same air Why can’t we love like bees love the clover’s fair? [Bridge] I know I can’t unbreak every wrong But I’ll sing this song, soft and strong Maybe one heart will start to bend Let love crawl where hate dug its end [Chorus] I wish we could wrap the world in a hug Sew up the tears, mend every frayed rug We’re stitched the same under the same sky Let’s love like bees love the clover’s high I’ll fight the pain hanging thick in the air Lift every heavy care I can bear We breathe the same breath, share the same air Let’s love like bees love the clover’s fair [Outro] Sunlight spills on green new grass A bee lands where the flower passes