Bathsheba

Your conversation makes me grin, like the silent whistler in a sailors song, the hardest man that's ever been, he'll take you home where you'll find no home.
Oh crazy you
King of all but all alone, freedom of the bell I give to you, feed the rose speak no lie when your tongue is raw and your eyes are wild, Oh crazy you
Bathsheba baby! they're reigning without you, I just thought maybe the sun is about you
Said the general to the whore ' oh these holy wars are worth fighting for'
Settle down, settle in, and they'll take you home where you'll find no home
Oh crazy you