Prison - Irish Stew of Sindidun

So tired of searching, and gazing above

I fell to prison for killing this thing called love

With nothing left to gain to lose

I learnt to live on abandoned side of world

I wish that I could run away

Though I wish that I could stay

To live without their promises

That love will come one day

Anything I give, they ask for more

To bottom I am bound

The ship is sailing to crash in fears

Of siren’s farewell sound

With you, yeeeeeaaaaah

Calling out your name

I’m in prison cell with you