Sentimental one without any story Your pages are full Your age is a lie Tall and funny soul, your daydream ain't over Portray the land Behold your crown
Hear the sirens calling Old and merry tune While the sailor's falling Last chance to rise, don't worry Need a lullaby to restore your glory To restore your glory
Foreign creature your gift is a burden You were born for the stars It has shown in your cards Frightened being you better run but slowly Heir to the throne With patience alone In a million years it'll all be over In a million years it'll all be over Till then
Hear the sirens calling Old and merry tune While the sailor's falling Last chance to rise, don't worry Need a lullaby to restore your glory
Hear the sirens calling Old and merry tune While the sailor's falling Last chance to rise, don't worry Need a lullaby to restore your glory To restore your glory
