Intro G D C G D
CHORUS:
Come sail your ships around me, and burn your bridges down
We make a little history, baby, everytime 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 grounds
But when I crawl into your arms
Everything comes tumbling down.
CHORUS
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
CHORUS
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