Bowerbirds

Bowerbirds - The Ticonderoga songtekst

Je score:

Old ship, give me your hands
I'm the cape that came to crush and snag you on my sands
Below the ocean, and from my point of view
You were always drinking, and drunk well, before noon
And dreaming on my pillow of high tide
But I allow you

Old friend, give me back my hands
I'm the crutch that's missing and you're the crippled little lamb
Those claws will get you, those teeth will take your life
But you won't know what's missing
This gift ain't giving
This wolf ain't worth the fight
If you get lost, if you get lost, you lose tonight

This gift ain't giving
This wolf ain't worth the fight
If you get lost, if you get lost, you lose tonight
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Auteur: ?

Componist: ?

Publisher: Not On Label (Bowerbirds Self-released)

Details:

Uitgegeven in: 2006

Taal: Engels

Komt voor op: Hymns For A Dark Horse (2007) , Danger At Sea (2006)

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