Sirens - Lola Marsh

Sentimental one without any story

Your pages are full

Your age is a lie

Tall and funny soul, your daydream ain’t over

Portray the land

Behold your crown

Hear the sirens calling

Old and merry tune

While the sailor’s falling

Last chance to rise, don’t worry

Need a lullaby to restore your glory

To restore your glory

Foreign creature, your gift is a burden

You were born for the stars

It has shown in your cards

Frightened being, you better run, but slowly

Heir to the throne

With patience alone

In a million years

It’ll all be over

Within a million years

It’ll all be over

Till then

Hear the sirens calling

Old and merry tune

While the sailor’s falling

Last chance to rise, don’t worry

Need a lullaby to restore your glory

Hear the sirens calling

Old and merry tune

While the sailor’s falling

Last chance to rise, don’t worry

Need a lullaby to restore your glory

To restore your glory

Hmm…