Towing The Line 歌詞

Towing the line I watched the host drink all the wine And now she rambles Through the who's and who have not's The old man is a painter Of tired sea scapes Tilted adventures And so my mind wanders Picking at the table to cure the rot Like a bird in a world with no trees You were hung up there in your disbelief I know I’m a hard rock to drag around Love is in the early mornings In the shadows under the trees Not in the cuckolded ashes floating down from the rookery Down here I'll crow for you, you crow for me Down here I'll crow for you, you crow for me Towing the line I watched the host drink all the wine And now I’m purring For a drop of anything Throwing stones at your window You turn to me as if it’s simple Why can’t you be like the blackbird And sing I say I’m the westerlies in Ireland So decadent and violent Can’t you see I’m a forager Clawing at the bedrock Love is in the early mornings In the shadows under the trees Not in the cuckolded ashes floating down from the rookery Down here I crow for you, you crow for me Down here I crow for you, you crow for me