Sirens.

Don't think I can't see you,
sitting on the rocks,
stringing me along with your Siren song.
A promise of clear blue skies.
The promise of my demise.
Desire, the devil, the angel,
the ponies tied to each arm.

It's like I can feel you,
pointing to your docks,
looping like lassoos that feel owt but wrong.
A dream of clamour 'tween your thighs.
The dream of love in disguise?
Desire, the hopeless, less the hope,
the noose tied around my throat.

It's like I can hear you,
thinking of our clocks,
ticking us along urging us to stay strong.
A game of play ends exchanging sighs.
The game of love lost the lies.
Desire, the destroyer, creator,
the handcuffs round our wrists.

Don't think I can't see you,
sitting on the rocks,
stringing us along with your Siren song.
A promise of clear blue skies.
The promise of our demise.
Desire, the devil, the angel,
the ponies guide me from harm.

Once more, unto the breach.
Dear deer.
Once more.
I will fill your heart with my English head.
As modest stillness and humility.
I will imitate the action of the tiger.
A lion.
Float on.
You and me, on we will float.
You and me, we're in the same boat.