Down The Burning Ropes Lyrics - Early In The Morning - James Vincent Mcmorrow

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