sábado, 8 de septiembre de 2007

The ship song

Nick Cave 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 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 (...)