Album: The Ballad of Paper Ships

On this night
Parting like oyster shells, the clouds


On this night
I see us riding through the cornfields
Cradled in your arms

On this night
I lay my burden down
To sink or to sail
Wishing boats farewell

On this night
Memories like bits of paper
Blown around the streets at night
Ghosts casting nets until the morning light

So, so close
So close, we rocked like boats anchored
To go, to sail with abandon
On this night

On this night
I've played my last good song
So turn the record player on

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