The Ticonderoga letra

Old ship, give me your hands.
Im 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 Id allow you.

Old friend, give me back my hands.
Im the crutch thats missing, and youre the crippled little lamb.
Those claws will get you; those teeth will take your life,
But you wont know whats missing.
This gift aint giving. This wolf aint worth the fight

The Bowerbirds - Letras

• Beneath Your Tree
• Bright Future
• Bur Oak
• Chimes
• Crooked Lust
• Dark Horse
• Death Wish
• Ghost Life
• Hooves
• House of Diamonds
• Human Hands
• In Our Talons
• In The Yard
• Knives, Snakes & Mesquite
• La Denigracion
• My Oldest Memory
• Northern Lights
• Now We Hurry On
• Olive Hearts
• Silver Clouds
• Slow Down
• Teeth
• The Marbled Godwit
• The Ticonderoga
• This Day
• Tuck The Darkness In