17 Sirens

It's presence was stained on the walls
Seventeen sirens and pieces from them all
Subtle impressions of shapes on the bed
Silent as the thoughts floating 'round in your head

And the sweat soaked down to the ground
But your secrets, they don't make a sound
And the presence was stained on the walls
Seventeen sirens and pieces from them all

They were leaving with flowers in their hair
Seventeen roses for every one that was there
And the perfumes that lingered in the sheets
Reeked of longing, oh so bittersweet

He wanted them all for his own
Not another pair of eyes to which they'd be shown
And the presence was stained on the walls
Seventeen sirens and pieces from them all

The room reeked of fading pheromones
Red cheeks gone white
Chilled to the bone
Legs Lying loosely
All across the floor
Seventeen hearts that aren't beating anymore

And he gazed across the skyline
Fell like a feather
Left the world behind
And the presence was stained on the walls
Seventeen sirens and pieces from them all