Bridges And Balloons — Joanna Newsom

We sailed away on a winter's day with fate as malleable as clay; but ships are fallible, I say, and the nautical, like all things, fades

And I can recall our caravel: a little wicker beetle shell with four fine maste and lateen sails, its bearings on Cair Paravel

O my love, O it was a funny little thing to be the ones to've seen.

The sight of bridges and balloons makes calm canaries irritable; they caw and claw all afternoon: "Catenaries and dirigibles brace and buoy the living-room -- a loom of metal, warp - woof - wimble." And a thimbles worth of milky moon can touch hearts larger than a thimble.

O my love, O is was a funny little thing to be the ones to've seen