"Towing the Line" as written by and Mickey Smith Benjamin John Howard....
Towing the line
I watched the host drink all the wine
And now she rambles through the new of minds
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 rook array

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 said 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 cukolded ashes
Floating down from the rook array

Down here I crow for you
You crow for me
Down here I crow for you
You crow for me


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"Towing the Line" as written by Mickey Smith Benjamin John Howard

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