Sirens - Wilsen

Here it comes so swiftly, once again.

It’s scraping at my rooted heels, and tugging at my dress.

Calling, urging me to move along,

If I had my head til the morningtime, will it have gone?

Violet fog of night, sirens of the dawn

Long ago I begged for endless thrill,

Though I’ve let go of lovers and my callow thoughts,

Illusion haunts me still.

Violet fog of night, sirens of the dawn

Violet fog of night

You can catch me in the garden by the trees.

I’ll be burying the promises you’d never let me keep.

And just hold me still, don’t let me act upon,

Oh, the scraping at my rooted heels, it’s just the sirens of the dawn.

Violet fog of night, sirens of the dawn

Violet fog of night