Toowee Toowee - The Low Anthem

Below the choppy waves

The salt doll sails

A diving bell

A box of nails

The sea we were cut from

The sea we will become

As we make our way toowee, toowee

Toowee, toowee, toowee

Past the coral’s end

The desert floor extends

A starlit night

Left the harbor light

Continents adrift

The sea salt sifts

As we make our way toowee, toowee

Toowee, toowee, toowee

Does the salt doll meet a starfish?

Does the salt doll grow any barnacles?

The doll’s about the size of a bar of soap

What sort of tools toowee

Make our way toowee, toowee

(Make our way)

Toowee, toowee, toowee

(Make our way)

Toowee, toowee, toowee

(Make our way)

Toowee, toowee, toowee

(Make our way)

Toowee, toowee, toowee