Ships sail in, float in my dreams
Reflecting them sunny feelings of self-esteem
A red headed woman gets the job done
It's a lonely life living with a gun
Baby, I feel the beauty in tangible things
Hearing them shattered souls make saxophones sing
They talk circles, think they're playing it smart
Conceal how they feel in an untamed heart
But the world don't understand
How you keep me so close in the palm of your hand
And it's no coincidence no no
But it goes to show...
Somewhere down the line