Sirens

I hear the sirens

And it is tirin’!

Life, is made 

For lovin’,

Not for leavin’...

You are on the run,

Under the sun.

Through the wind,

Deep in the water.

Out of your mind,

Into the slaughter!

I want you honey!

No, not for the money.

Without you i’m cold,

To you my soul is sold.

You are my light!

So in the night,

To you i hold tight! 

We can come back to the start,

Let me take care of your heart .

Please, my sweet love, please!

Love can cure any disease!

- by Erszebet