I've heard the sirens sing a dead note song. Take a life away. On hunted ground. A new exposure exposed. You're exposed. Fold the frame. So you might find. What you've been waiting to see. How long have you been waiting. I won't change for this. Waiting for a friend to come around once again. It's not your fault. You can't breathe for this. I've heard this all before. You sing a condescending note. It's colder now than a year ago. I'm severed. Does it ever end