[00:36.02]Towing the line
[00:38.52]I watched the host drink all the wine
[00:42.41]And now she rambles through the who and who of nots
[00:51.19]The old man is a painter of tired seascapes
[00:56.18]Tired old adventure so my mind wanders
[01:00.37]Picking at the table to cure the rot
[01:06.35]Like a bird in a world with no trees
[01:10.00]You were hung up there in your disbelief
[01:14.04]I know I'm a hard rock to drag around
[01:22.27][02:40.47]Love is in the early mornings
[01:26.31][02:44.36]In the shadows under the trees
[01:29.85][02:47.65]Not in the cuckolded ashes
[01:34.07][02:52.04]Floating down from the rookery
[01:37.41][02:55.53]Down here I crow for you,you crow for me
[01:45.29][03:03.36]Down here I crow for you,you crow for me
[01:54.02]Towing the line
[01:56.42]I watched the host drink all the wine
[02:00.31]And now I’m purring for a drop of anything
[02:08.69]Throwing stones at your window
[02:12.43]You turned to me as if it’s simple
[02:16.42]Why can’t you be like the blackbird and sing?
[02:24.35]I say "I’m the westerlies in Ireland
[02:28.35]So decadent and violent
[02:31.99]Can’t you see I’m a forager
[02:35.78]Clawing at the bedrock?"