Larry And His Flask - Barleywine Bump lyrics

Dance with me, my darling For the summer clock does grind And its hands are getting stronger Squeezing harder every time We can get so close, we feel the flames But we can't quite see the fire Setting blaze to the pyre And now there's blood on my kerchief Well I think my moment's come Cuz the past and the future Are both blurring into one There's a girl's voice on the telephone Telling me that everything will be fine But all I'm picking up Is static on the line Soak the heart in brine Shoot it with salt and lime Cuz until the next time I'll be somewhere swimming in the barley wine Fighting all the waves until I wash ashore again Underneath all of the pines Where we watched our garden grow Dreams so big only thoughts could go Coins so small they were never thrown to the sea Like wishes from the hands of poor boys just like me And I pay taxes on distance And there's a fee for helplessness Retribution for nights spent On the drunk side of the fence I'll gather what's left and split it in two And place wagers with each of my pence One coin on guilty The other on innocence Soak the heart in brine Shoot it with salt and lime Cuz until the next time I'll be somewhere swimming in the barley wine Fighting all the waves until I wash ashore again Underneath all of the pines Where we watched our garden grow Dreams so big only thoughts could go Coins so small they were never thrown to the sea Like wishes from the hands of poor boys just like me So jump in the barley wine Dive to the bottom and close your eyes We'll flow forever like dreams that were cast to the sea All at the cost of a dime And impossible Is nothing when you have a dream to hold We find our dreams in the glorious ever-loving Bottomless pot of gold Nothing at all