The Ship Song (Live in Paris)

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.