Bowerbirds

Bowerbirds - Olive Hearts lyrics

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With my toes dangling into the sea
Into a fog, into a lonely drink
Don't lift me up
I'm a wreck, I know
Still, I've got miles to walk from the cape along the coast
And we'll play helicopter in the sand
And bite our thumbs at the acquaintances,
And make it known we're on par for the evening
And take the butcher's knife through my words again

Then, in walk, the mannered men
With their smoke-screened eyes
And the sequined girls
With their skirts hemmed high
And you will know from this
That it's all to start
Our glasses clink
And our plastic swords stab our olive hearts

All night like a friendly ghost
We haunt the ins and outs of this house of our gracious host
And give thanks, but not much helps
And so here is where we give the toast
Cheers to the wives of the drunks
Cheers to the husbands that tag along for good luck
Cheers to the miles it took to get here
Cheers to the the nerve it takes to forget who we are

Then, in walk, the mannered men
With their smoke-screened eyes
And the sequined girls
With their skirts hemmed high
And you will know from this
That it's all to start
Our glasses clink
And our plastic swords stab our olive hearts
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Author: ?

Composer: ?

Publisher: Burly Time

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Released in: 2007

Language: English

Appearing on: Hymns For A Dark Horse (2007)

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