Sing Like Sirens
Lycia
Every little harmony
Swirls around my head
Like a symphony, of old and past
Every little harmony
Bores inside my head
Like a tyranny, of old and past
Don't you ever think of things
Don't you want to sing like sirens do
Don't you ever want to know
Don't you wonder where just everybody goes
In the burning sands
Then the blinding snow
From the highest high to the lowest low
From the tallest peaks to the river low
There's a place so near
It's the place I'll go
I don't ever think
I don't ever want to think
I don't want to know anything
I don't ever know
I don't ever want to know
I just see things pass away
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