Album: Songs For Ships And Irons

Big Ship

Pretty teeth scrapy clean with a wind-up machine
Im feeling very striking, its taken to my liking

Its a fine man who cups his breath
with a will to please
Wipy hand across the blazer

No-one here makes a sound
Standing up or sitting down
We grin like alligators
assist with apparatus

Theres a strange feeling in my mind
and the room's too warm
and lit with MacDonalds lighting

And the tool the tool forever
falling down planes against the grain
of the wood of the box for my soul
and my aching heart

The tool forever falling down planes again and (x4)

all of the noise takes me to the ouside where theres all
creations joining in celebrating happiness and joy
all around the world
on land and in the sea