Streets of Sirens

Heart's a field of beautiful flowers

Mine's a street with sirens

Sleep a lull of gulf in drifted feathers

Lay with weighted eyelids

I recognize the whispers though I can't tell the words

Learn to lose the darkness

With things I heard

Even I once knew I should run

Learned when I was young

Heart's a boat that sails on your ocean's memory

Mine is still on empty

I recognize the whispers

Though I can't tell the words

Learn to lose the darkness

With things I heard