Art Teacher and the Little Stallion - Holopaw

When you tucked my tails
Smoothed my hair
On the steps of the Metropolitan
I was holding my breath
Hedging my bets
Heavy on speculation
That you were inviting me in
To wander the lengths of your hallowed halls
To be lectured on the dangers
Of sinking ships
I'll be quiet sir I won't say nothing at all
But couldn't you just get lost in this watery grave
Standing on the decks of sinking ships
Hands on my shoulders
You're steering me
But couldn't you just get lost
On the pitch and roll of these waves
So many sailors lost to this drunken sea
So says the oceanWhat's that got to do with me
I found you lost
In front of some spill of brilliant oils
All hemmed in by gilded frames
And filigreed names
A blush of cooling flesh
And then you say flip
Some general spill of devotion
All whistled through your crooked teeth
I never noticed your crooked teeth
You're crying but you've never met
Well that's the point I guess
You missed the point I guess
I missed the point I guess
Well here's my point I guess
Her back is broken she washed up a mess
Well here's my point I guess
What's she got to do with me
Well here's my point I guess
Her back is broken and I run free
Little stallion kicking up the sand
Run free
The cockles aren't giving up their pearls
And this is free
So many pearls so many pearls so many tossed off
But couldn't you just get lost
On this swollen sea
Standing on the deck of sinking ships
Hands on my shoulders
You're steering me
But couldn't you just get lost
On the pitch and the roll and the sway
So many sailors lost to this drunken sea
So says the oceanWhat's that got to do with me
So many sailors lost to this drunken sea
So many sailors lost to me