Seashells by the Circuitry Seashore

There’s a siren singing, singing to she

Singing in riddles no where near the sea

She listens to circles of programmed decree

Everything’s beautiful here in the sun...here in the sun

Distant prerecorded, disillusioned, loosely worded, masterpiece

Hauntingly familiar, cycled through like leaves on rivers, always at ease
 

I just woke up from a dream - everything - is great great great

Beauty all around and sound surround like loving arms that never found me

I’m falling in love, I’m falling in love - can’t you see?

suit yourself, I’m doing fine. I hear the sine - at the right frequency - oscillate me