lost worker bee

i'm easy to meet, hands of a coal miner, drunk on the tree, treat myself worse than my worst enemy, looking for someone to tango with me, searching the earth like a lost worker bee, and out in the world, i know that somewhere a hard drinking girl, with kindness in reservoirs looks to the sea, scours the underground looking for me, come be the queen to my lost worker bee, all these promises of gold, but where is my soul, overseas in england and oh, i'm bust at the seams, plastered in paris or hanging my dreams, from the wind farms of lancashire, throw me a line, i'll give you my every day, read me the scene, the scene with the queen and the lost worker bee, and out in the world, i know that somewhere a hard drinking girl, with kindness in reservoirs looks to the sea, scours the underground looking for me, come be the queen to my lost worker bee