Lyrics
And now we just try to survive, and now we just try to survive, to rest on the seventh
It s clear in the animals eyes, they re kindred instruments
in the shadow of the mountain
They re kindred instruments, the surgeon and farmer meet Dessa, i hope it s dreamless and it s deep
When the work runs out, here comes the beekeeper
what fine design
Made on the sixth day, to rest on the seventh Dessa, sweet prometheus
It s clear in the animals eyes, made on the sixth day Dessa, they took away our fire
the envy of eden
the envy of eden
what fine design
And we wear out all our prayers, sweet prometheus, it s clear in the animals eyes
The envy of eden, to rest on the seventh, they re kindred instruments
And now we just try to survive, here comes the beekeeper
And we wear out all our prayers, with her pitcher full of smoke
she ll put us all to sleep
We work when work abounds, our tools and our reason
And each greets the other with a bow, and now we just try to survive Beekeeper, our tools and our reason
Made on the sixth day, the scalpel and the plow, with her pitcher full of smoke
The envy of eden, when the work runs out
she ll put us all to sleep
We work when work abounds, the envy of eden, in the shadow of the mountain
the surgeon and farmer meet
They re kindred instruments, and all that this scarcity promotes Beekeeper, they re kindred instruments