Sirens

Heaven hold true that
On high vessels of sky
Framing the moon
At the break of dusk
Our return to dust

In the wind I trust
On the wave I just
Open and glide
Nothing to hide
No one to be

What's become of me?
I am star and sea
I am salt and sun
I am life and long wait

I'm getting mine
From the rock, I talk divine
I'm getting mine
From the rock, I talk divine
I'm getting mine
From the rock, I talk divine
I'm getting mine
From the rock, I talk divine

I'm getting mine
From the rock, I talk divine
I'm getting mine
From the rock, I talk divine
I'm getting mine
From the rock. I talk divine
I'm getting mine
From the rock, I talk divine

I talk divine
From the rock, I talk divine
I talk divine
From the rock, I talk divine