Wilsen Sirens
Here it comes so quickly, once again
It's scraping at my rooted heels and tugging at my dress
Calling, urging me to move along
If I hide my head till the morning time
Will it have gone
Violet fog of night, sirens of the dawn
Long ago I begged for endless thrill
Though I've let go of lovers and my callow thoughts
Illusion haunts me stills
Violet fog of night, sirens of the dawn
You can catch me in the garden, by the trees
I'll be burying the promises you'd never let me keep
And just hold me still, don't let me act upon
All the scraping at my rooted heels
It's just the sirens of the dawn
Violet fog of night, sirens of the dawn
Violet fog of night