Song to the Siren
John Frusciante Lyrics

On the floating, shapeless oceans
I was lost and directionless, adrift on the vast and endless sea of life.

I did all my best to smile
Despite my struggles and hardships, I tried my hardest to maintain a positive and optimistic outlook on life.

'Till your singing eyes and fingers
But then I met you, and your captivating essence drew me in like a moth to a flame.

Drew me loving in your eyes
Your eyes held an unconditional love and acceptance that pulled me towards you.

And you sang: "Sail to me, sail to me, let me enfold you"
You beckoned me to come to you, to trust and open myself up to the safety and comfort of your embrace.

Here I'm, here I'm waiting to hold you.
You eagerly awaited me, with open arms and a sincere desire to hold me close.

Did I dream you dreamed about me?
I wonder if my own feelings towards you were reciprocated in your own thoughts and dreams.

Were you here when I was full sail?
Was there a time when I was sailing through life with full confidence and purpose, and you were there with me?

Now my foolish boat is leaning.
But now, in the wake of our failed love, my once-steady vessel is now tilting and unstable.

Broken love lost on your rocks.
Our love was shattered and lost, like a shipwreck smashed against the cruel rocks of the shore.

For you sang: "Touch me not, touch me not, come back tomorrow"
You rejected me and pushed me away, telling me to stay away and return another time when things might be different.

Oh my heart, oh my heart shies to the sorrow.
My heart aches with sadness and I am fearful of experiencing any more emotional pain.

Well, I'm as puzzled as a newborn child,
I am completely bewildered and confused, like a helpless baby just coming into the world.

I'm as riddled as the tide.
My mind is as turbulent and unpredictable as the sea tide, constantly shifting and changing without warning.

Should I stand amid the breakers?
Should I face the crashing waves head-on, braving the stormy sea to come out stronger on the other side?

Or should I lie with dead my bride?
Or would it be better to give up, to let my broken heart and failed love consume me like a dead bride in her grave?

Hear me sing: "Swim to me, swim to me, let me enfold you"
But despite my confusion and turmoil, my heart still calls out to you, begging you to come back to me so that I can hold you close once more.

Here I am, here I am, waiting to hold you.
I will always be here, waiting and hoping that one day you will come back to me and allow me to love and nurture you once more.