Ben Howard - Towing The Line lyrics

Towing the line
I watched the host drink all the wine
And now she rambles
Through the who's and who have not's

The old man is a painter of tired sea scapes
Tilted adventures and so my mind wanders
Picking at the table to cure the rot
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

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 say I’m the westerlies in Ireland
So decadent and violent
Can’t you see I’m a forager
Clawing at the bedrock

Love is in the early mornings
In the shadows under the trees
Not in the cuckolded ashes
Floating down from the rookery

Down here I'll crow for you, you crow for me
Down here I'll crow for you, you crow for me