The Ticonderoga

[Verse 1]
Old ship, give me your hands
I'm the cape that came to crush and snag you on my sands
Below the ocean, and from my point of view
You were always drinking, and drunk well before noon
And dreaming on my pillow of high tide
But I'd allow you

[Verse 2]
Old friend, give me back my hands
I'm the crutch that's missing
And you're the crippled little lamb
Those claws will get you
Those teeth will take your life
But you won't know what's missing

[Outro x2]
This gift ain't giving
This wolf ain't worth the fight
If you get lost, if you get lost
You lose tonight