Testo di Siren

You rolled your tongue, you spat... I flew... A hole in one! Despatched me in the kitchen sink; I sank confused and bruised and thinking about our honeymoon of nights beneath the moon together. Crosslegged, floating down the river. We didn't need a boat-us angels aren't afraid of water, are we?Are we?? I am, now I'm lying flat with alligators and rats to talk to... licking sweetcorn from my fingers, tea leaves from my eyes;the blood of suicides is dripping on all sides, and I'm wondering if one of them could be you. YOU..... Yes, I wonder if one of them could be you. (She said,