Somewhere in this sea of club milks,
Tea and ash trays, there is a song.
I'm in the crow's nest,
Just waiting for one to come along.
I've seen the flare so I know it's there.
Has me tied up, at a rate of knots.
No nagivigation, global positioning,
Just me and this (midnight oil).
So take me to your king,
I hear he's the man to see,
And I waill cross his path.
My first born for a song
My first born for a song
My first born for a song
My fisrt born for a song
Somhere in this froth and howling wind,
There's somthing worth singing.
I climb into the attic, to write me a classic,
But it's not happening, it's just Christmas up here.
Between th phone calls and text messages,
Yeah, I must be thick with words,
But not between us.
Showed up to grind stone,
Switch it to manual.
Keep the head down and I'll see you at the end
So take me to your king,
I hear he's the man to see,
and I will cross his path.
My first born for a song
My first born for a song
My first born for a song
My first born for a song
Take me to your king,
I hear he's the man to see,
And I will cross his path,
I will cross his path.
I will cross his path.
My first born for a song
My first born for a song
My first born for a song
My first born for a song

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