Bridges and Balloons

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 maste 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 derigibles

Brace and bouoy the livingroom

A loom of metals warp woof wimble

And a thimbles 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