Southern dancer, paper girl Be my trouble, and be my heart Cold winged daughter, shaking in the morning sun Leave your corner, tired from the day you've done I've been sailing on my hands I've been coasting on this tide too long I've been nobler in my head Silver girl, we're sailing on now Frail places, down and all Pale faces, I drown them all Take me away, back east where the winds are warm Wake me again, not waiting till the streets are calm I've been sailing on my hands I've been coasting on this tide too long I've been nobler in my head Silver girl, we're sailing on now I've been sailing on my hands Silver girl, we're sailing on now I've been nobler in my head