Siren (Live)

Haste not thine wisdom, for the hollow is ta'en

By whom, know I not; 'lack! am I of twain

And as a crux, cede I my words (Fro my heart wilt thou ne'er)

Have I been 'sooth sinsyne (Be left without. Come!)

I speer thine pine (Thine voice is oh so sweet)