Rhiannon (2 years later....)

I wrote this song when I was in Aussie. It was all done one morning, locked in my room. It wrote itself in 4 hours. I quickly scribbled it down on paper and now, 2 years later, I just recorded a demo of it.

Rhiannon You dont sing like the other sirens;
A beauty dressed in all black.
I washed up on your shore, and
now I'm begging for salvation.

You told me I could have you;
sand trees and gold.
"Just never abuse
all that is wise, and all that is old."

And when I was warned once;
I did it again.
I knew that you would sing me
right into the rocks.

Given my last chance;
in broken sight and darkest hour.
Given my last chance; off your rocks I fall.
Now I'm crippled; compelled to tell all.

And when I come home from a hard-days work
I know you will be waiting for me.
And I know you will sing to me again.
And I know you will watch me drown.
I know you are going to choke me.


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