Sirens fly, they touch the sky
Still the trough the terror times
Making these, far and a fool
I am the better kind
Low and shame, they cut right through
Memories will be improved

So far and they melt, on stranger waves
Just one day, I won’t touch the floor
Skilled at deceit, misery made the fool
There is no need, laughter won’t be moved
What is real and what is cruel
Alone with the still tides

So sick of all these, such assumptions
Laughter is what saved the time
Please assure me, as seasons pass
The field will wreck the hide
Lovely trees, so far from here
They stood side by side