Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Olive Hearts, artist - Bowerbirds. Album song Hymns For A Dark Horse, in the genre Иностранный рок
Date of issue: 16.06.2008
Record label: Dead Oceans
Song language: English
Olive Hearts |
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 smokescreen yes |
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 smokescreen yes |
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 |