Siren by Caveman

The Siren always stands so tall
singing over all the trees.
And now that I have heard you sing,
my ship into a wreck, you bring.
Who knew your voice would be so strong
to ring in my ears for so long?

Why can't you tell me when to hide
if stormy tornadoes are nigh?
What a mess the cold war brings.
Just hoping we won't hear you sing.
What a mess you've made my ship.
I'm overboard and freezing in,
the ocean.

And all those fucking memories.
Would you just fucking go with me?
I cut open two tennis balls.
Four weeks gone by without a job.
'Cause ever since I heard your song,
the Siren's song just dragging on.

The Siren's song just dragging on.

The Siren's song just dragging on.

• Ambient
• Bedroom Pop
• Caveman
• Experimental
• Lo-Fi
• Psychadelic
• Synth Pop
• Urbana