Creatures Simoon
drifting in carried on dry winds from across the nile the sirens in exile driven to tell on a cloud your face out of the crowd a blinding sun purging everyone beautiful word musical and sweet now all you can do is play the punishing beat how harsh and shrill the word has become twisted and bent a hornets nest stirred up by the beating stick simoon simoon increasing speed sucking in dry land simoon simoon you breath in suffocation relentless simoon blow and whistle this tune pouring in filling where once was space where once was light where once was a face driven to tell
