She smelled like memories
 Her eyes a shade of trust
Those lips lathered in poison
 Her taste is more than enough

The song she sings at closing
 Is a tune well carried on
Originating in wallows
 She sings the song of sirens

Alas the day break ends the stretch
 She receeds for the world's awake
Her love is gone - replaced by pain
 Yet she will return again by night