Ten years to the day
Waves crashed like gongs
And the sirens played
In the froth singing their songs

Nightingale lady
Nothing is ever ok
The pressing of power takes me away
And there is no way I can stay

A breath of fresh air takes her
To a place of sin and cater
Cold blooded wind weaves through her hair
Holding five cards, she shows a pair

Now take my hand
And show no fear in your face
For the lace that I have given you
Is not dark purple, but burgundy blue

These windows are fogged up
No one around here knows my name
Across the yard, the rivers are boiling
As lover's intertwined clash in coiling

Take your time with your hasty prayers
Keep your head down to avoid their stares
My shoes are shined and my watch is whined
Through the fog, the sun shines through the pines

Emptying courage from my flask
I see no face that I can ask
The time, the place, the hour to meet
A lover who said I was hers to keep

Agatha parsley trees burnt by ember
All eyes fall on the coming month of September
Wishes fall from the sky like rain
As the cackling **** spins his golden cane