Dappled Cities Fly
Wooden Ships
These were our wooden shipsYou're as much mine as you're his Can't escape the routes we made or wait For the ships toTake us homeLead us through the wakes once knownThese wooden shipsBrought us hereAnd all the patterns that we madeTurned into these living shapesAnd all the living kings remain On the beachAll the words I understandOf kin and son, maternal visionAre wooden ships made freeMade of parts of me and you These wooden shipsBroken downAnd all the patterns that we madeTurned into these living shapesAnd all the living kings remainOn the beach
From Letras Mania