Lichen And Bees Songtext

Lichen, the bees and a fortress of weeds in a small town venture
Only the stale and a quart of an ale and a cold intention
Over the lawn and the rail
And only to gather the mail
He likened to me but I wondered if he were to see

Liken the bees and the matters that please to a small back bencher
Caught with the maid with her hair in a braid not the one he mentioned

Lichen and bees in the walls and the fevers of small town ventures