Lyrics A Band of Bees

A Band of Bees

No Trophy

Ask the river man

Where the river flows

Ask the postman

Who he knows

There's the memory

Of mistrust

Pushing at the glass

Makes it stop

Laid down dry

Head to head

This is it

What we want

Sold out

The figures that are left are lonely

You won but don't get no trophy

If you've got none to give

Then I won't take a thing

Oh, don't take a thing

The figures that are left are lonely

You won but don't get no trophy

No, no, no, no, no

Who will defend your bed tonight

Who will defend your bed tonight