Robin Pecknold - Northern Dancer/Kept Woman lyrics

[Chorus] Beating my drum in the fading hour Biting my tongue but the blood is sour Pulling up, most of, the foxglove From the ground, ready to devour [Verse 1] If I had seen any other way If it had been any other day Would I be round And shouting to be heard from the alley way To be heard from the end of the alley way Too long at the head of the table Too unseen like light in a dream Blue mind, weary but able Blue mind, weary but able [Verse 2] Everything splayed, getting cut in half Just to be staged for a photograph Just to be some day Some play for the length of a paragraph For the length of a paragraph Too long swinging in it Too unseen like light in a dream Blue mind, weary but able Blue mind, weary but able [Chorus] Beating my drum in the fading hour Biting my tongue but the blood is sour Pulling up, most of, the fox glove From the ground maybe to devour