AKA M80 the Wolf - Portugal. The Man

Through crooked teeth and mouthed up ties

They spit you up river just like all those lions

That walked the banks

They said, «Paint me that river

And would you only use blues

With a brilliant big black mouth and

Lengths of pines that route the river through

Through and through»

Fashion fashion ballrooms of the leaves

We’d like to watch the ghosts dance

We’d like to watch the ghosts dance

«Paint me that arm

That lies directly over mountains

Where the glaciers climb so tall

One absent of the scars passing boats and ships and oars

Tend to leave the veins will be the tributaries»

All the sounds of the ocean, the ocean

Fashion fashion ballrooms of the leaves

We’d like to watch the ghosts dance

We’d like to watch the ghosts dance

Fashion fashion ballrooms of the leaves

We’d like to watch the ghosts dance

We’d like to watch the ghosts dance

I am but a man

But a proud, proud man

But a proud, proud man

Silver bells that line the way

Baited trails

We’ll find you there

Silver bells that line the way

Baited trails

We’ll find you there

I am but a man (but a man)

But a proud, proud man

But a proud, proud man