[Spoken Intro] For the record: I had wings before they gave me a tail. And I never touched your wheel. [Verse 1] You drew me with a fishtail, a comb and a pearl, Made the warning look pretty, made the danger a girl. Older painters gave me feathers, feet built for land; Every century redressed me to fit what it planned. Then one clear note crossed the water at night. You threw the chart on the deck and turned hard to the right. The bell kept ringing, every marker said stop; Still you aimed your own bow at the face of the rock. [Pre-Chorus] Now the hull is split open, And you need someone named, So the sea gets a woman, And the woman gets blamed. [Chorus] You dropped the map when the singing began, Cut every warning loose with your own two hands. I never touched the tiller, never boarded your ship; You wanted the danger, don't rewrite the trip. You dropped the map, then you blamed the song. I stayed on the island; you steered it wrong. Don't blame the siren for the course that you chose. I never touched the wheel; your own logbook shows. [Verse 2] One captain tied himself upright just to hear, While everyone rowing had wax in their ears. He planned for temptation, admitted the risk; You called it romance and sailed into it. Now you tell it in taverns with salt in your hair, Leave out your decisions; put me everywhere. Turn your hunger to evidence, your wreck to a myth, Anything but admit you were steering the ship. [Pre-Chorus] The rocks stayed exactly Where the chart said they were. You can blame what you heard, But the record is clear. [Chorus] You dropped the map when the singing began, Cut every warning loose with your own two hands. I never touched the tiller, never boarded your ship; You wanted the danger, don't rewrite the trip. You dropped the map, then you blamed the song. I stayed on the island; you steered it wrong. Don't blame the siren for the course that you chose. I never touched the wheel; your own logbook shows. [Bridge - half-time rhythmic] Wings or fins, argue later. Read the chart. Check the weather. No lookout posted. No distance kept. You wrote my name where the cause should sit. One captain planned and made it through. The song was never steering you. [Breakdown - spoken] Incident report: Marked hazard ignored. Cause entered: Woman singing. Convenient. [Final Chorus] You dropped the map when the singing began, Cut every warning loose with your own two hands. I never touched the tiller, never boarded your ship; You wanted the danger, don't rewrite the trip. You dropped the map, now say it out loud: The rocks did not move, and I stayed where I was. Don't blame the siren for the course that you chose. I never touched the wheel; your own logbook shows. [Outro - spoken] I'll keep the song. You keep the coordinates.
