My First Born For A Song Lyrics

My First Born For A Song lyrics

Somewhere in this sea of Club Milks

Tea and ashtray, there is a song

I'm in the crow's nest with binoculars

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 navigation, global positioning

Just me and this midnight oil



So take me to your king

I hear he's the man to see

And I will cross his palm



My first born for a song

My first born for a song

My first born for a song

My first born for a song



Somewhere in this froth and howling wind

There's something worth singing

Climb into the attic to write me a classic

But it's not happening, it's just Christmas up here



Between the phone calls and text messages

The air must be thick with words, but not between us

Shoulder to grindstone, switching 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 palm



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 palm

I will cross his palm

I will cross his palm



My first born for a song

My first born for a song

My first born for a song

My first born for a song