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