come sail your ships
But aren’t we all composites of snapshots taken by the myriad of people who knew and know us? And who, of those we know, really can say that they know us, the complete whole of us? Can you point to one person in your life who sees more than the snapshots of time spent together, in whatever capacity? If so, count yourself lucky.
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 dogs upon me
And let your hair hang down.
You are a little mystery to me
Every time you come 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 burn your bridges 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 burn your bridges down.
We make a little history baby
Every time you come around.
Come loose your dogs upon me
And let your hair hang down.
You are a little mystery to me
Every time you come around.
