The Ticonderoga - Bowerbirds

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

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