.
My little navy sailing away
Essentially lost in icebergs and hours
Along with my plans that fade with the day
Will you stay?
Harbors and town halls
Drag my body in
You've got me figured out
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Seven patrol boats are tugging away
My metaphors like wreckage from the lighthouse
Along with my thoughts that fade like the day
Then you say:
"Let me fill in the hours
Let me take you in"
You've got me figured out