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?
Brilliant big black mouth
Lengths of pines that route the river through
Through and through"

Fashion, fashion ballrooms of dead 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
With all the sounds of the ocean, the ocean"

Fashion, fashion ballrooms of dead leaves
We'd like to watch the ghosts dance
We'd like to watch the ghosts dance

Fashion, fashion ballrooms of dead 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 (silver bells)
That line the way (that line the way)
Baited trails (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

Copyright: Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
Writer(s): John Baldwin Gourley