My Little Navy

My little navy sailing away
Essentially lost in ice-bitten hours
Along with my plans that fade with the day
Will you stay?
Harbours and town halls drag my body in
You’ve got me figured out
Seven patrol boats are tugging away
Like metaphors, like wreckage from the lighthouse
Along with my thoughts that fade like the day
When you say
«Let me fill in the hours, let me take you in»
You’ve got me figured out