Ghost Bees
Ashkelon
Dear AshkelonIn the month of a bee biteI'm leaving youProfits and PhilistinesWere sulking in the seaWhenWhile I goLean in dryAnd left youWhen hope was made of bureaucratsSitting fat and fluffed with furyOver this and over thatAnd thoughWe can't rely on thatWe could have been so much betterSo much better than the pastTheyUnder this carving stoneI will not let you goUntil you're far beyond their reachNow goOut to the fulsome groveWhere they will bury our bed sheetsAnd our wet shoesSoon the wolves will come and eat the leatherLetras de cancionesAnd the leather torn our tonguesAs their talisman didThis sees they may differBut the laces point to AshkelonSo tie our things togetherBraid our morning bread and carry onAnd though the road holds strifeBrights to build new lifeYou will sing out int he coming of the night
From Letras Mania