Sirens

You know? It sounds a lot like love The low and the hills, to be aimed at by a ghost Shaking near the fire's edge, hanging out of a post And you're saying all this sounds so tangible But there'll be no different road Never gonna know what lies opposed To be on this city is just dream and being postponed Don't talk of rivers, but talk of stones

Oh, but here's the best when the sirens are low I mean, nothing will stop, never go Cease the definite, suffering snows down, memory stops at the road And I give you my worst, ooh Just to gain my reflection and time will be burst on the wire

And you're singing all the sounds you would like to have heard Over the hills in the morning when we're on the road I'm just longing to see my horse and my home Apparently it goes on and on Don't talk of rivers, talk of stones

No, but here's the best when the sirens are low I mean, nothing will stop, never go Cease the definite, suffering snows down, memory stops at the road And I give you my worst, ooh Just to gain my reflection and time will be burst on the wire