Bridges And Baloons - Joanna Newsom

We sailed away on a winter's day 
With fate as malleable as clay 
But ships are fallible, i say 
And the nautical, like all things, fades 

And i can recall our caravel 
A little wicker beetle-shell 
With four fine masts and lateen sails 
Its bearings on cair paravel 

Oh my love 
Oh it was a funny little thing 
To be the ones to've seen 

The sight of bridges and balloons 
Makes calm canaries irritable 
And they caw and claw all afternoon 
Catenaries and dirigibles 

Brace and buoy the livingroom 
A loom of metal, warp - woof - wimble 
And a thimble's worth of milky moon 
Can touch hearts larger than a thimble 

Oh my love 
Oh it was a funny little thing 
To be the ones to've seen 

Oh my love 
Oh it was a funny little thing 
It was a funny, funny little thing 
To be the ones to've seen