Dessa - The Beekeeper lyrics
[Dessa - The Beekeeper lyrics]
Here comes the beekeeper
With her pitcher full of smoke
She'll put us all to sleep
I hope it's dreamless and it's deep
Sweet Prometheus, come home
They took away our fire
And all that this scarcity promotes
Is desperate men and tyrants
What fine design what hands
What minds the envy of Eden
Our tools and our reason
It's clear in the animals' eyes we stand
Upright build fires
At night made on the sixth day
To rest on the seventh
And now we just try to survive
The surgeon and farmer meet
And each greets the other with a bow
They're kindred instruments, you know
The scalpel and the plow
In the shadow of the mountain
We work when work abounds
And we wear out all our prayers
When the work runs out
What fine design what hands
What minds the envy of Eden
Our tools and our reason
It's clear in the animals' eyes we stand
Upright build fires
At night made on the sixth day
To rest on the seventh
And now we just try to survive
With her pitcher full of smoke
She'll put us all to sleep
I hope it's dreamless and it's deep
Sweet Prometheus, come home
They took away our fire
And all that this scarcity promotes
Is desperate men and tyrants
What fine design what hands
What minds the envy of Eden
Our tools and our reason
It's clear in the animals' eyes we stand
Upright build fires
At night made on the sixth day
To rest on the seventh
And now we just try to survive
The surgeon and farmer meet
And each greets the other with a bow
They're kindred instruments, you know
The scalpel and the plow
In the shadow of the mountain
We work when work abounds
And we wear out all our prayers
When the work runs out
What fine design what hands
What minds the envy of Eden
Our tools and our reason
It's clear in the animals' eyes we stand
Upright build fires
At night made on the sixth day
To rest on the seventh
And now we just try to survive