My Little Navy - The Answering Machine

My little navy sailing away

Essentially lost in ice-bitten hours

Along with my plans that fade with the day

Will you stay?

Harbours and town halls drag my body in

You’ve got me figured out

Seven patrol boats are tugging away

Like metaphors, like wreckage from the lighthouse

Along with my thoughts that fade like the day

When you say

«Let me fill in the hours, let me take you in»

You’ve got me figured out