My First Born For A Song Lyrics - Bell X1

Somewhere in this sea of Club Milks 

Tea and ashtrays 

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 

It has me tied up at a rate of knots 

No navigation, global position 

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 

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