Sirens

Heaven hold true that On high vessels of sky Framing the moon At the break of dusk Our return to dust In the wind I trust On the wave I just Open and glide Nothing to hide No one to be What's become of me? I am star and sea I am salt and sun I am life and long wait I'm getting mine From the rock, I talk divine I'm getting mine From the rock, I talk divine I'm getting mine From the rock, I talk divine I'm getting mine From the rock, I talk divine I'm getting mine From the rock, I talk divine I'm getting mine From the rock, I talk divine I'm getting mine From the rock. I talk divine I'm getting mine From the rock, I talk divine I talk divine From the rock, I talk divine I talk divine From the rock, I talk divine