Bowerbirds - Olive Hearts lyrics

With my toes dangling into the sea Into a fog, into a lonely drink Don't lift me up I'm a wreck, I know Still, I've got miles to walk from the cape along the coast And we'll play helicopter in the sand And bite our thumbs at the acquaintances And make it known we're on par for the evening And take the butcher's knife through my words again Then in walk the mannered men With their smokescreen yes And the sequined girls With their skirts hemmed high And you will know from this That it's all to start Our gla**es clink And our plastic swords stab our olive hearts All night like a friendly ghost We haunt the ins and outs of this house of our gracious host And give thanks, but not much helps And so here is where we give the toast: Cheers to the wives of the drunks Cheers to the husbands that tag along for good luck Cheers to the miles it took to get here Cheers to the the nerve it takes to forget who we are Then in walk the mannered men With their smokescreen yes And the sequined girls With their skirts hemmed high And you will know from this That it's all to start Our gla**es clink And our plastic swords stab our olive hearts