Strange as it seems when the introvert sings
Reminds him of a film that he's seen
Soft passes time and we crossed the line
Takes his introvert songs to the beach
He checks out and moves on
To the beekeepers son
Who reminds him that nothing
Ever is out of his reach
The intruder takes what the intruder needs
And that is what the young painter keeps
In closets and cupboards, a nightmare, a secret
And buried the rest on the beach
But the intruder's gone
And the beekeeper has won
And assures me that I will get sleep
And who's the one who says that love has not begun
And when it's too early to sleep
The introvert stops and he looks at his clock
The painter draws something obscene
And who's the one who says that summer's not begun
And who is the one out of reach
So bury it deep, keep it out of your sight
"How we fell apart" or "The sikh"
And when it's past, they are happy again
But all things must come to an end
The beekeeper let's the introvert win
The intruder's stolen the keys