Sirens
Coroner Lyrics


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Oh how I lived the game
When we were dancin' on bridges
High above rivers of tears and
The lightness of innocence gave us wings

We were sleepin' covered
By darkness' black velvet
So far from coldness
So far from light

Where is the place
I used to hide
Where are the hearts
Once given to me

And I can feel it now
The white cold hand
For the first time I'm getting hurt
By the thorns of the roses in my hand

Time is returning to its realm
And it's slowly melting away
Like deep red wax
Leaving pools of blood

Where is the place
I used to hide
Where are the hearts
Once given to me





And sweet voices, turn into sirens
Foretelling, the presence of death

Overall Meaning

The lyrics of Coroner's song "Sirens" depict the nostalgia of the past, particularly in relation to a time of innocence and freedom. The opening lines, "Oh how I lived the game / When we were dancin' on bridges / High above rivers of tears" reveals a carefree attitude, characterized by the youthful activity of dancing on bridges. This innocent escapism is then juxtaposed with the looming presence of death, as the "sweet voices, turn into sirens" that "Foretelling, the presence of death". The lyrics suggest a loss of the past, the singer reflecting on the darkness and uncertainty of the present, and the painful reality of the present that contrasts with the freedom and vitality of the past.


The darkness of the present is emphasized by the imagery of darkness and coldness ("We were sleepin' covered / By darkness' black velvet / So far from coldness / So far from light"), and the pain of the present is expressed through the metaphor of thorns in the singer's hand, as the singer recognizes the impermanence of happiness and the inevitability of suffering.


Overall, the lyrics of "Sirens" convey the weight of nostalgia and the loss of innocence, as well as the contrast between the lightness of the past and the darkness of the present.


Line by Line Meaning

Oh how I lived the game
The singer loved the thrill of life and all the good and bad that came with it.


When we were dancin' on bridges
The singer reflects back to times of happiness and uninhibited behavior.


High above rivers of tears and
Despite the turbulent emotions in life, the singer and companions always kept their heads held high.


The lightness of innocence gave us wings
The innocent and carefree nature of the past provided a sense of freedom and buoyancy.


We were sleepin' covered
The artist recalls times of shelter and security.


By darkness' black velvet
The comfort and warmth of the dark was a welcome relief from the harshness of the world outside.


So far from coldness
Amidst the darkness, there was always a sense of warmth and comfort.


So far from light
Despite the solace found in darkness, there was always a sense of longing for light and all the positivity it brings.


Where is the place
The artist wonders where a specific, comforting place has gone.


I used to hide
The artist remembers a time where they felt the need to hide from the troubles of the world.


Where are the hearts
The singer wonders where certain people they cared about in the past have gone.


Once given to me
These individuals were important to the artist and were once in their life.


And I can feel it now
The singer is suddenly struck by an intense emotional feeling.


The white cold hand
This feeling is akin to an icy grip on the singer's heart and mind.


For the first time I'm getting hurt
This feeling is a deep hurt the singer is experiencing for the first time.


By the thorns of the roses in my hand
This pain is caused by something beautiful and seemingly harmless -- like the thorns of a rose that it grasping.


Time is returning to its realm
The artist feels time is becoming consistent again, rather than moving fluidly.


And it's slowly melting away
Time is fleeting and moving away from the singer.


Like deep red wax
Time is moving away and leaving a mess behind, like melting wax.


Leaving pools of blood
The remnants of time’s movement manifested in the form of blood symbolizing remnants of pain.


And sweet voices, turn into sirens
The happiness and joy of the past have left and given way to sirens singing a call of warning.


Foretelling, the presence of death
These sirens are a warning for an impending death or sense of doom to come.




Lyrics © Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
Written by: MARQUIS MARKY, RON ROYCE, TOMMY T. BARON

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