Sirens

You know? It sounds a lot like love
The low and the hills, to be aimed at by a ghost
Shaking near the fire's edge, hanging out of a post
And you're saying all this sounds so tangible
But there'll be no different road
Never gonna know what lies opposed
To be on this city is just dream and being postponed
Don't talk of rivers, but talk of stones

Oh, but here's the best when the sirens are low
I mean, nothing will stop, never go
Cease the definite, suffering snows down, memory stops at the road
And I give you my worst, ooh
Just to gain my reflection and time will be burst on the wire

And you're singing all the sounds you would like to have heard
Over the hills in the morning when we're on the road
I'm just longing to see my horse and my home
Apparently it goes on and on
Don't talk of rivers, talk of stones

No, but here's the best when the sirens are low
I mean, nothing will stop, never go
Cease the definite, suffering snows down, memory stops at the road
And I give you my worst, ooh
Just to gain my reflection and time will be burst on the wire



Credits
Writer(s): Amanda Karin Bergman Hollingby
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