Lola Marsh - 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