Siren

© 2010, Rebecca Loebe. All rights reserved.

you are not a siren and this is not your song
but there is no denying i am holding on
i am trying hard to hide you deep inside my chest
just press your smile against my cheek
and let gravity do the rest

i am not concluding; we are not foregone
but there is no denying this is dead wrong
the country sky is flat and black as paper on a roll
you are brilliant as a floodlight
through a million tiny holes

it could be so easy
you whispered warm and close

deafened by a silence that is desperately polite
the absence of our voices keeps me up tonight
i am haunted like a house i am rattled like a chain
you have woken up my ghosts
you have given them a name

it could be so easy you
you whispered in my hair

you are not a siren and this is not your song
but there is no denying i am holding on
trying hard to hide you deep inside my chest
press your smile against my cheek
and baby let me rest