Besedila: Dot Allison. Morning dove Write. Sirens.

Oh I, I can see your eyes
And I am there chasing, Flying
Envious angels

You can send me ravens
I have the will of a demon
wish me all the ills you have

I am touched by angels

Plant your secrets in my silence
My sadness caught in your gaze
Sail over me

Hear the call of sirens