Wool On Wolves - Ports Of Gla** Harbour lyrics

The Ports of Gla** Harbour While they're tattered but they're sweet They'll hold you in, but they'll bring you down Till you cannot find your feet And it's so discreet, when you're out on the street Baby can't find your feet The towns grown older Than the books that it built The buildings are strung together Just like, just like my grandmothers quilt And it holds the guilt Stitched in that quilt, the dust and silt, that hold the guilt When hard days surround you And they're eating at your soul Know that we all hurt, but there is love Darling this I know So you don't grow cold As you grow old, don't grow cold