By Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds
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
I love Concrete Blondes version of this also..and if you want to get nostalgic..I rented "Stoked" this weekend, the documentary of the rise and fall of Mark "Gator" Rogowski the professional skater..very good film...great music too, The Butthole Surfers, The Damned, Agent Orange..
Posted by: sandy at February 23, 2004 02:35 AM