Tekster: Cousteau. Sirena. She Bruise Easy.

Look out now, lumpy hero
With your military hands
Whatever that they told you
No don't hold true
Around these lands

There's signals in the morning
The freeze has caught the dew
As fragile as she's thorny
Careful don't storm in
Like you do

Cos she bruise easy
You'll break the spell
And she wont come around
Where tenterhooks, slender hopes
Wont make no sound
Wouldn't you know it
Couldn't you tell?
Now she's not far away
Rising up, wising up
To leave you
someday

They're black they're blue these heavens
The scars out in her eyes
Could be cool easy pressure
When the weapons lessen
Who can tell