Little Boats - Crazy Arm

The little crowns that weigh us down

We sit inside, put on our frowns

From tapestry to wedding bells

We live in sin and fuck in hell

The little streets that map our days

The cul-de-sacs and true love ways

You’re jumping kerbs and hoping for

A speeding car or sinking floor

The little lies and little storms

The little guns that shoot us down

The little boats that haul us in

That walk our streets and wear our crowns

Stay inside for a while, lose your pride for a while

Fan the fire with hands of ire

Rest your eyes tonight, morning comes we ignite

Before we all learn to live and breathe again

Summer skills and better schools

Who would bend to break the rules

I’m sitting out the last dance

I’ll put it down to circumstance

The little notes that mark our days

The box of truth and memories

When all the words come back to haunt

We burn them all or make them count

The little plans and little tales

The little breaks that never heal

The little boats that haul us in

The little boats, the little boats

Hand me down the antidote

The burning bush and truth untold

Hand me down the antidote

The burning curse and lonesome road