Small Towns Burn A Little Slower - Alias: The Beekeeper lyrics

The fields have been emptied The trees are naked weeping for spring The sun is sleeping longer as last of the green tries on it's winter clothes The rustle of ever leaf Whispers summer secrets behind her back "This is where they walk together this is where she said she loved him and swore the distance would not break their bond" Songs of season cling to clay memories Summer flings fingerprints all over them Like a grain of sand on a beach of false hope Swept away into an ocean of everyday life [spoken part taken from "The Road Less Traveled" by Robert Frost]