Bishop Allen - The Ancient Commonsense of Things lyrics

There are those who understand That long before this all began A hammer hit the nail with great sympathy A clothespin hanging on the line The cork that bottles up your wine Strings that bowed in concert, make a symphony And oh oh, the ancient commonsense of things And oh oh, the ancient commonsense of things There are those who know to look Through all the crannies and the nooks When I found you dear, what it meant to me Book to shelf, and foot to shoe And likewise I belong to you My heart is pounding loud, just like a timpani And oh oh, the ancient commonsense of things And oh oh, the ancient commonsense of things And oh oh oh oh oh oh oh oh oh oh oh oh oh... Oh oh, the ancient commonsense of things And oh oh, the ancient commonsense of things And oh oh, the ancient commonsense of things And oh oh oh oh oh oh oh oh oh oh oh oh oh... Oh oh, the ancient commonsense of things