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