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