"THE TICONDEROGA"
BOWERBIRDS
[Verse 1]
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
[Verse 2]
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 won't know whats missing
[Outro x2]
This gift ain't giving. This wolf ain't worth the fight
If you get lost, if you get lost you lose tonight
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
[Verse 2]
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 won't know whats missing
[Outro x2]
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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