James Vincent McMorrow - Down the Burning Ropes

Album : 2011 Lyrics : When the hills let go Slowly fade into the water like some ancient lover On a ship filled with ghosts It's something to behold When the paper thin girls With twisting little braids in their hair, They take off their coats and throw Pebbles and stones from the side of the boat, Crying out The stones they float, the stones they float Oh my God, the stones they float, the stones they float Down the burning ropes Past the places where the steal beams meet concrete skies You make your bed under the moonlight I think it's time we said goodbye Cause nothing moves in the warm air And words that once would cut like a knife, They just hang in the cloud and you're Pushed by the lord, But you're pulled by the crowds and You're overboard, you're overboard Oh my God, she's overboard My love she's overboard She's overboard My love she's over board Not a shell unbroken In the valley where my heartache and the timbers lay It's not the time to be hanging around here You know what some might say That people get too reckless That even with the simplest of crimes They leave, blood behind, As I clean the knife for the very last time I think she knows, I think she knows Oh my God, I think she knows I think she knows...

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