Sentimental and without any story Your pages are full, your age is a lie
Darling, funny's all your day, dream it over Portray the land, behold your crown
Hear the sirens calling Old and married tomb, while sailors falling Last chance to rise on way
Need a lullaby to restore your glory To restore your glory
Foreign creature, gift is a burden You were born for the stars, it is shown in your cards
Right hand in your bed I run, but slowly Head to the throne, with patience alone
Within a million years, it'll be over Within a million years, it'll be over
Till then, hear the sirens calling Old and married tomb, while sailors falling Last chance to rise on way
Need a lullaby to restore your glory Hear the sirens calling Old and married tomb, while sailors falling Last chance to rise on way
Need a lullaby to restore your glory To restore your glory
To restore your glory
To restore your glory