Текст песни Busy Bee - Aidan Verity

The bumbling bee is too busy to cry
Buzzing away, looking for a flower to duck and hide
A worker or a queen
Sometimes I feel like it's the same thing
A princess asleep on a pea
Put off by the smallest of sufferings
But I'm still working on me

If I'm honest I feel so strange
A fish without water
A cranium without a brain
Looking so good for the cameras
But feeling so very average
Where else can I go?
There's only one river where living water flows
I already know the answer
The problem is throwing my own rope when

I'm in the water and on the boat
Both the following sheep and also the goat
I'm in the water and on the boat
Both the following sheep and also the goat

If I'm honest I like routine
Like to go swimming and slip in cups of tea
Like seeing blanks in my schedule
And filling them with my own woes
Now I'm overthrown
And all around me are the people who can't do wrong
I smile and try to let it go
The problem is giving myself hope
The problem is giving myself hope

I need to find a mountain where I can scream
I need a place to do my own thing
I need a cave where I can sing and it's funny
There's no one to judge me
And I can try this way or that
I don't have to worry about falling flat
But there's work to do
Is this even work too?
Who can decide? Is it me? Is it you?
Is it God?
How far would I go if I could?
I go far slower than I should
I'm only as good as how much I produce
Squeeze on my brain and pour out the juice
As much I grind my nose to the ground
Nobody knows, they don't notice I'm down
I haven't been busy enough
I'm floating too far, too far off

I'm in the water and on the boat
Both the following sheep and also the goat
I'm in the water and on the boat
Both the following sheep and also the goat
Eyes are looking over my shoulder
Hairs on my neck stand as it gets colder
Eyes are looking over my shoulder
Hairs on my neck stand as it gets colder

The bumbling bee is too busy to cry
Buzzing away, looking for a flower to duck and hide
A worker or a queen
Sometimes I feel like it's the same thing
A princess asleep on a pea
Put off by the smallest of sufferings
But I'm still working on me