It’s midday over a deep blue sky
And the smell of blossoms and flowers too
Swimming with the wind flowing by
The tree with the carved names of me heart you
It’s a melody guiding shipwrecked sailors in their doom
Struggling against the pull to the bottom of the sea
It’s the sirens song, I’ll love to see you soon
Soft hearts at rest, air bubbles looking for breath
Love, Princess of the underworld
I thought you were but a dream
You didn’t have to leave the sea
Just to be here in depravity with me
Little Borrowers 