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 thimble’s worth of milky moon  can touch hearts larger than a thimble. 

I’d forever talk to you

but soon my words

would turn into a meaningless ring

And she says “Don’t worry baby” Don’t worry baby Don’t worry baby Everything will turn out alright

Top 15 ’R.E.M. Songs’: #11 “But their world has flat backgrounds and little need to sleep, but to dream.“