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
you are coming down.
The ship song. Nick cave and the Bad Seeds
Must be the season (good grief, it´s the end of the year)
but since it seems i´ll stay giving birth to Fobos and Demos a.k.a. chaos and destruction, my two precious girls, why not a little bit of healthy hopeful darkness courtesy of Mr. Cave (hold your breath you girls).
I still don´t know if I will departure for the foggy heights in the middle of the jungle, but, actually, I am not doing that bad.
Day by day, kiddo. You just need to ease things a little bit day by day.
And maybe, (just maybe, probably not, after all, this is reality) one day you´ll be there to see the sunrise.
And i´ll be alive for another day.
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