Текст песни Siren - Paris Alexander , Eirene

The steepest hill
The coldest thrill
The finest sand
A lighthouse hidden
Gazing to the horizon
Singing from the siren
An echo of a lost goal
A voyager of an opened world
He stands strong and sullen
Sail pulling on the mast
A tribute to a lost soul
Echoes of the past
You're the one that always draws the best of me
Hold on to the words that go unspoken
I want the sun to shine through the trees
And the warmth develop my sanity
Sanity
Nowhere nowhere nowhere nowhere nowhere nowhere
He stands strong and sullen
Sail pulling on the mast
A tribute to a lost soul
Echoes of the past
You