ТекстIs there a means to an end
When you twist and turn
Now I must decend
No more bridges to burn
So let love be light
With silver waves and golden hair
When day turns to night
You sing and I grasp for air
When sirens are calling
I turn to the sea
When sirens are calling
What's left is debris
When sirens are calling
I turn to the sea
When sirens are calling
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