She’s fallen for one who worries her soul
When sirens come calling he could get pulled into their undertow
She sails on the crests over top of their bones
Hoping her song will guide him home
His silence is spilling into the sea
Her pleading is lost among her broken knees
Cold, spineless waves and empty beds
toss in the storm that is filled with the never-saids.
The siren song comes lilting in the night
She can’t hear their chords
as he drifts out of sight.