When I muse what do I think
Why do I think of you?
When I use all my instincts to be sane
On and on, on and on
There's a pigeon and it's lover in the hole
Spying here in the light
So confused why does it sting?
Why does it bring me here?
Lucky you that you're sleeping in the rain
On and on, on and on
I can never be the kind of girl you want
Missing me so confide
*Just make a muse
Sort of delight
I cannot see 'us','we','you and I'
You are so winsome, like a mariner
Like a mariner, baby
You're so good were you my king
I would sprout wings for you
Break my tooth hide in my boots for a fluke
Over my soup dinner comes too soon
There's a fuzzy little look I can't describe
Morning finds sweet regret
What do I think why do I think?
All that I think is fruitless
Let's have a drink, a swig, is it so bad?
On and on, on and on
We were never meant to be two satellites
Hey, just read my signals
Hey, just read my signals
Complete moonshine over dinner
Complete moonshine cherub hither

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mariner song meanings
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