Towing the Line
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โฑ๏ธ 3:56 duration
๐ ID: 3396721
๐ Lyrics
Towing the line
I watched the host drink all the wine
And now she rambles through the who and who have nots
The old man is a painter of tired seascapes
Tired of adventure, so my mind wanders
Picking at the table to cure the wrong
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 crow for you, you crow for me
Down here I 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
Crawling 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
I watched the host drink all the wine
And now she rambles through the who and who have nots
The old man is a painter of tired seascapes
Tired of adventure, so my mind wanders
Picking at the table to cure the wrong
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 crow for you, you crow for me
Down here I 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
Crawling 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
โฑ๏ธ Synced Lyrics
[00:35.82] Towing the line
[00:38.47] I watched the host drink all the wine
[00:42.26] And now she rambles through the who and who have nots
[00:50.95] The old man is a painter of tired seascapes
[00:56.31] Tired of adventure, so my mind wanders
[01:00.27] Picking at the table to cure the wrong
[01:06.12] Like a bird in a world with no trees
[01:10.09] You were hung up there in your disbelief
[01:13.83] I know I'm a hard rock to drag around
[01:22.22] Love is in the early mornings
[01:25.97] In the shadows under the trees
[01:29.59] Not in the cuckolded ashes
[01:33.70] Floating down from the rookery
[01:37.11] Down here I crow for you, you crow for me
[01:45.02] Down here I crow for you, you crow for me
[01:53.92] Towing the line
[01:56.40] I watched the host drink all the wine
[01:59.89] And now I'm purring for a drop of anything
[02:08.36] Throwing stones at your window
[02:12.36] You turn to me as if it's simple
[02:16.15] Why can't you be like the blackbird and sing?
[02:24.21] I say, "I'm the westerlies in Ireland"
[02:28.07] So decadent and violent
[02:31.81] Can't you see I'm a forager
[02:35.42] Crawling at the bedrock
[02:40.34] Love is in the early mornings
[02:44.14] In the shadows under the trees
[02:47.61] Not in the cuckolded ashes
[02:51.85] Floating down from the rookery
[02:55.48] Down here I crow for you, you crow for me
[03:03.23] Down here I crow for you, you crow for me
[03:08.12]
[00:38.47] I watched the host drink all the wine
[00:42.26] And now she rambles through the who and who have nots
[00:50.95] The old man is a painter of tired seascapes
[00:56.31] Tired of adventure, so my mind wanders
[01:00.27] Picking at the table to cure the wrong
[01:06.12] Like a bird in a world with no trees
[01:10.09] You were hung up there in your disbelief
[01:13.83] I know I'm a hard rock to drag around
[01:22.22] Love is in the early mornings
[01:25.97] In the shadows under the trees
[01:29.59] Not in the cuckolded ashes
[01:33.70] Floating down from the rookery
[01:37.11] Down here I crow for you, you crow for me
[01:45.02] Down here I crow for you, you crow for me
[01:53.92] Towing the line
[01:56.40] I watched the host drink all the wine
[01:59.89] And now I'm purring for a drop of anything
[02:08.36] Throwing stones at your window
[02:12.36] You turn to me as if it's simple
[02:16.15] Why can't you be like the blackbird and sing?
[02:24.21] I say, "I'm the westerlies in Ireland"
[02:28.07] So decadent and violent
[02:31.81] Can't you see I'm a forager
[02:35.42] Crawling at the bedrock
[02:40.34] Love is in the early mornings
[02:44.14] In the shadows under the trees
[02:47.61] Not in the cuckolded ashes
[02:51.85] Floating down from the rookery
[02:55.48] Down here I crow for you, you crow for me
[03:03.23] Down here I crow for you, you crow for me
[03:08.12]