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She is my favorite song
Your voice is music to my ears
Like sirens song to a tired sailor
Your words always douse my burning fears
Your skin like dry land
To that tired old sailor
Your hips hips swaying to the music in my mind
To that sirens song I hear when I’m choking on the brine
Of the ocean of love I feel for the woman of my dreams
Your eyes brown like the leaves of autumn
I stare at you with my heart beating like a drum
Adding percussion to the sirens song
You drag me down to the bottom of the deep blue
If only I could sing a song
I would take you along
To the bottom of the ocean of my love for you
Dearest siren oh beautiful one
Sing me a tune and fix my wounded soul
Sing me a song that warms my bones
More than any hearth of burning coal
Come drown with me
Come to heaven
At the bottom of this sea
Of my love for you
Quite a turn back the clock.
Quite a turn back the clock. "Youre skin like dry land, to the tired old sailor." I found that pretty thick. It's quite the line to me, because to associate skin with dryness doesn't generally bring something pleasant to mind, yet the verse defies that by the time it's done. I really found that, and the theme of being dragged down by the symbol of this longing, to give your words a very unique touch : )