| Tie me up against the mast and shield the sunlight from my eyes
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| For I no longer can resist the haunting of her cries.
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| They call me from the jagged rock.
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| It was the sweetest melody,
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| Like gold and honey dripping from the fingertips of God.
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| I feel the wind against my face from the flapping of her wings.
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| I feel the black and silky tenderness all choking me.
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| But I can almost taste happiness.
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| It’s such a long way off.
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| But I can almost feel your embrace
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| bove the siren’s call.
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| Now it’s not beautiful or pure,
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| But it exists beyond the shore.
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| It struggles to be heard above the screeching of her call.
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| Beneath my feet a rumbling, a hundred demons clambering.
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| They chase away my harmony and make love afraid to call.
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| They grow forever restless and as our ship sets out to sea,
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| They will not be silenced never for you or me.
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| But I can almost taste happiness.
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| It’s such a long way off.
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| But I can almost feel your embrace
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| bove the siren’s call.
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| And I’ve seen a hint of it.
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| This happiness,
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| This bliss.
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| Just knowing it exists,
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| I know that I must try.
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| And I’ve caught a glimpse of it,
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| One moment just one kiss
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| From the corner of my eye
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| Of better days gone by.
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| But I can almost taste happiness.
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| But I can almost feel your embrace. |