Ben Howard - Towing the line

^BbTowing the line I watched the ^Fhost drink all the wine And now she ^Crambles through the who and who have n^Dmot The o^Bbld man is a painter of tired s^Feascapes Tired of adventure so my mind ^Cwanders Picking at the table to cure the r^Dmot Like a b^Bbird in a world with no trees You were ^Fhung up there in your disbelief I know I'm a ^Chard rock to drag ^Dmaround

^DmLove is in the early ^Fmornings In the ^Dmshadows under the ^Ctrees Not in th^Dme cuckolded ^Gashes ^DmFloating down from the ^Crookery

Down here I ^Bbcrow for ^Fyou, you crow for ^Cme Down here I ^Bbcrow for ^Fyou, you crow for ^Cme

^BbTowing the line I watched the ^Fhost drink all the wine And now I'm ^Cpurring for a drop of ^Dmanything Throwing ^Bbstones at your window You telling ^Fme as if it's simple Why can't you ^Cbe like the blackbird and ^Dmsing? I say "I'm the ^Bbwesterlies in Ireland So d^Fecadent and violent Can't you see I^C'm a forager Crawling at th^Dme bedrock?"

^DmLove is in the early ^Fmornings In the ^Dmshadows under the ^Ctrees ^DmNot in the cuckolded ^Gashes ^DmFloating down from the ^Crookery

Down here I ^Bbcrow for ^Fyou, you crow for ^Cme Down here I ^Bbcrow for ^Fyou, you crow for ^Cme