Thursday, August 7, 2008

The Siren calls you home

I’ve tasted the rush
the redness pulsates in
resting softly on my words
and you’re singing my dream
Take the bitter from my tongue

I was so overdone, the bullet won
then the wound was the door
and I can’t even feel it anymore
I never knew that years could build a floodgate

so tempted to overflow
that now when it’s crashing in
I want to drown in the undertow
Oh fill my lungs

sweet symphony of blue
see, if I only had one minute
it would be next to you

No comments: