Bridges & Balloons - Joanna Newsom

We sailed away on a Winter's day

With fate as malleable as clay

But ships are fallible I say

And the nautical I call things fade

And I can recall our caravel

A little wicker beetle shell

With four fine masts and lateen sails

It's bearings on cair paravel

Oh my love

Oh it was a funny little thing

To be

The ones

To have seen

The sight of bridges and balloons

Makes calm canaries irritable

And I caw and claw all afternoon

Catenaries and dirigibles

Brace and boil the living room

A womb of metal warp woof wimble

And a thimble's 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 have seen

Oh my love

Oh it was a funny little thing

It was a funny funny little thing