Sirens

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, 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 In a million years It'll all be over 'Til 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