Tell It to the Bees

Someone's draped the hive in black, and no one's sleeping well tonight
 Now that bad news has come
 There's a thing that won't be said, a truth I'll hold until the clouds
 Finally withdraw
 And maybe the lie won't help the framework to stand
 But sometimes evasion is all that's at hand
 I won't tell a soul
 A brilliant space in any case
 An opportune "by the way" will help to distract
 Weak support collapsing from inside
 The floors are sagging but I can keep up the act
 I hear the humming from outside
 Enough to know what it implies
 Someone's draped the hive in black and no one's sleeping well tonight
 Now that bad news has come
 And if the lie won't hold the present back
 And I'm the last one between the tale and the fact
 I won't, I won't, I won't tell a soul