Ben Howard - Towing The Line lyrics

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 like the colded 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 telling 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 like the colded 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