Towing The Line - Ben Howard

Producer：Ben Howard/Mickey Smith

Towing the line I watched the host drink all the wine

And now she rambles through the who've and who have notes

The old man is a painter of tired seascapes tired of adventure

So my mind wanders picking at the table to cure the wrong

Like a bird in a world with no trees

You were hung up there in your disbelief

I know I'm a hard rock to drag around

Love is in the early mornings

In the shadows under the trees

Not in like the coded ashes

Floating down from the rook array

Down here I crow for you

You crow for me

Down here I crow for you

You crow for me

Towing the line I watched the host drink all the wine

And now I'm purring for a drop of anything

Throwing stones at your window you turn to me as if it's simple

Why can't you be like the blackbird and sing

I said I'm the westerlies in Ireland so decadent and violent

Can't you see I'm a forager crawling at the bedrock

Love is in the early mornings

In the shadows under the trees

Not in like the coded ashes

Floating down from the rook array

Down here I crow for you

You crow for me

Down here I crow for you

You crow for me