Lyrics Sirens - Glints
Bronze
on
gold
and
gold
on
red
Drag
me
down
to
your
ocean
bed
Sing
your
air
and
reel
me
in
The
sweets
of
sin
will
soon
sink
in
Bronze
on
gold
and
gold
on
red
Drag
me
down
to
your
ocean
bed
Sing
your
air
and
reel
me
in
The
sweets
of
sin
will
soon
sink
in
As
she
lies
on
the
rocks
It's
nature
she
mocks
With
her
skin
of
silk
Balmed
with
honey
and
milk
I'll
approach
her
cliffs
Movement
like
hieroglyphs
I'll
sink
down
to
her
riff
For
a
single
whiff
Majestic
but
poisonous
Villainous
yet
harmless
Ambigue
to
the
bone
Disown
disown
With
my
salted
soul
And
my
pickled
skin
See
I
dozed,
overdosed
And
went
over
the
rim
Bronze
on
gold
and
gold
on
red
Drag
me
down
to
your
ocean
bed
Sing
your
air
and
reel
me
in
The
sweets
of
sin
will
soon
sink
in
Bronze
on
gold
and
gold
on
red
Drag
me
down
to
your
ocean
bed
Sing
your
air
and
reel
me
in
The
sweets
of
sin
will
soon
sink
in
Bronze
on
gold
and
gold
on
red
Drag
me
down
to
your
ocean
bed
Sing
your
air
and
reel
me
in
The
sweets
of
sin
will
soon
sink
in
Bronze
on
gold
and
gold
on
red
Drag
me
down
to
your
ocean
bed
Sing
your
air
and
reel
me
in
The
sweets
of
sin
will
soon
sink
in
And
the
sweet
taste
of
forbidden
fruit
Soon
becomes
sour
And
the
heat
and
haste
of
forgotten
youth
Can
come
as
a
cold
shower
Months
awake
won't
go
to
bed
No
matter
what's
the
hour
So
sirens
sing
me
on
the
rocks
To
withstand
not
within
my
power
I
see
the
girls
with
the
curls
in
their
hair
I
see
the
girls
wearing
pearls
and
I
stare
In
a
waking
state
things
might
turn
out
to
be
a
nightmare
But
you
with
your
flair
make
it
easy
to
bear
Beauty
and
delicacy
I
head
for
the
epiphany
But
what
I
find
just
leaves
me
dry
and
unsatisfied
Bronze
on
gold
and
gold
on
red
Drag
me
down
to
your
ocean
bed
Sing
your
air
and
reel
me
in
The
sweets
of
sin
will
soon
sink
in
Cradle
me
now
spontanous
host
I'll
admit
to
my
foul
Find
me
on
the
coast
I'll
be
biased
by
beauty
And
highly
esteemed
asthetics
Blinded
and
bulged
The
watchful
eye
of
the
erie
ethics
My
degracing
locus
is
the
fading
focus
Of
the
formidable
and
factical
fracturing
of
my
frames
A
roach
to
be
squashed
Or
poached
and
gracefully
hunted
The
outcame
stays
the
same
Yet
the
grace
is
what
I
wanted
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