The Ship Song

Come sail your ships around me

And burn your bridges down

We make a little history, baby

Every time you come around

Come loose your thoughts upon me

And let your hair hang down

You are a little mystery to me

Every time you call around

We talk about it all night long

We define our moral ground

But when I crawl into your arms

Everything comes tumbling down

Come sail your ships around me

And let your hair hang down

We make a little history, baby

Every time you come around

Your face has fallen sad now

For you know the time is nigh

When I must remove your wings

And you, you must try to fly

Come sail your ships around me

And let your hair hang down

You are a little mystery to me

Every time you come around

Come loose your thoughts upon me

And let your hair hang down

You are a little mystery, baby

Every time you call around