Heather Christian & The Arbornauts

Siren
Inside my weight there is a rhymeThat coos his whispered nameIt cleans and claims my linesBeside the wreck, atop her prideInside some darkened wardShe's fixed,fast, forward, sirenShe's singingWait for meCome on and bring me homeShe needs a stiff hard handShe needs a better manSome come and find her Aus Songtexte Mania