they say you're a siren, they say you're a monster
but I never noticed, you hide it so well.
your smile seems it’ll age well, but then they tell me that it's only a lure
they might have been joking, but I couldn't tell.
when you fall down from heaven,
never reach the ground
float along through the ether
till you drown
no sooner it's started, I'm wishing it's over
my eye on the doorway, my hand on the bell
the shine under your eyelids, it sends a warning I could never ignore
or maybe it’s nothing, but how can I tell?