lilac hall

Up the deep rutted road on the hill I call my throne
Stands an old lilac hall where I hear the siren's call
It falls from ancient stones that I once called my home
Through the old lilac hall I hear the siren's call

At dawn, when the sun breaks through the blinds
Come noon, when my head is in the sky
It falls from ancient stones that I once called my home
Through the old lilac hall I hear the siren's call

Down the tall sandy banks where the salt waves give and take
Where the land meets its fall, I make my sailor's call
It leaves on gentle winds of dreams forged from my sins
Where the land meets its fall, I make my sailor's call

"Oh, sing to me with arms that wrap me tight
Come hold me with your words, bringers of light"
It leaves on gentle winds of dreams forged from my sins
Where the land meets its fall, I make my sailor's call

At dawn, when the sun breaks through the blinds
Come noon, when my head is in the sky
At dusk, when my mind is running fast
Come moon, when I don't know how long I'll last
It falls from ancient stones that I once called my home
Through the old lilac hall I hear the siren's call

Up the deep rutted road on the hill I call my throne
Stands an old lilac hall where I hear the siren's call

I hear the siren's call
I hear the siren's call
I hear the siren's call
I hear the siren's call