V. 31 lyrics

Veckans text är lite gladare än i den första om inte annat. Hörde den idag när Åsa Sandell, fightern, sommarpratade. The Shipsong med Nick Cave. Påminde mig om känslan att handlöst falla för någon, att vara så kär att det inte går att hitta någon som helst anledning än att vara med den personen. Saknar den känslan. Hoppas den kommer snart.

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.