Lola Marsh - Sirens

^F#mSentimental one without ^C#many story, Your pages are f^Bmull, Your age is a lie. ^{D F#m}Tall and funny soul your^C#m daydream ain't over, Portray the land^Bm, Behold your crown. ^D

^F#mHear the^C#m sirens ^Bmcalling, ^DOld and merry tune, ^C#mWhile th^Bme sailor's falling. ^F#mLast cha^C#mnce to r^Bmise don't worry, ^DNeed a l^C#mullaby t^Bmo restore your glory, To restore your glory. ^F#m

^F#mForeign creature your gi^C#mft is a burden, You were born fo^Bmr the stars, It has shown in your car^Dds. ^F#mFrightened being you bet^C#mter run but slowly, Heir to the thro^Bmne, With patience alone. ^D

^C#mIn a million years it'll^Bm all be over. ^C#mIn a million years it'll^Bm all be over, Till then-

^F#mHear the^C#m sirens ^Bmcalling, ^DOld and merry tune, ^C#mWhile th^Bme sailor's falling, ^F#mLast cha^C#mnce to r^Bmise don't worry, Need a lu^Dllaby to r^C#mestore^Bm your glory, ^F#mTo restore your glory.