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