portugal. the man
aka m80 the wolf
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 use only blues  With a brilliant big black mouth and? Lengths of pines that route the river through  Through and through"   Fashion ballrooms of the leaves  We'd like to watch the ghosts dance   They said, "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 with all the sounds of the ocean."   I am but a man  But a proud, proud man  Silver bells that line the way  Through baited trails.  We'll find you there