Siren
The Legendary Pink Dots Lyrics

Sheba had nine lives that I could sleep in.
Sheba was an enchanting creature that seemed to have endless depth, offering a comforting presence where one could rest securely for a considerable amount of time.

Sheba had the cutest little nose.
Sheba had a certain charm marked by small but attractive physical features, such as her nose.

Sheba's lips by Interflora. Rollercoaster. Lizard Lick.
Sheba's seductive lips were full of paradoxes, like the unusual texture of petals, a wild ride that is entertaining yet dangerous, and the sensation of a rough surface against the tongue.

She stings you like the 13th summer rose.
Sheba's allure can be painful like the prick of a thorn on the 13th rose of summer.

Sheba offers blind inviting alleys.
Sheba's temptation lures us down paths that are unknown and concealed, yet she beckons us to follow with trust.

Sheba flutters two discerning eyes. Twice unfocused. Hokus pokus...
Sheba's gaze is mesmerizing, but elusive and mysterious. Her eyes shift and twirl, complicating attempts to fully understand her intentions.

Witchy whispers on the wind..."Come sail to me, it's been so long. Come Sail to me, it's been so long. Come sail to me, it's been so long. I'm So lonesome I could die.
Sheba's voice is haunting and enchanting, seemingly carried by the wind itself. She beckons to those who seek her, growing ever more lonely in their absence.

Like butterflies, we rode the breeze.
Those who follow Sheba are caught in a delightful yet fleeting feeling of freedom, carried along on something as ephemeral and delicate as a butterfly in the wind.

We read the stars and swam as Sheba coo-coo-cooed us from afar.
Those who are spellbound by Sheba find themselves capable of extraordinary things, even reading the celestial bodies themselves. Yet, even as they soared, Sheba's gentle voice could still be heard.

One single shining beacon on our Limited [sic] horizon.
Sheba represents an all-consuming light on what is otherwise a barren and directionless existence. She is the only hope of navigating a limited horizon.

We asked no bitter questions lest she sold us sugar lies.
Those enchanted by Sheba cared not for the truth, content in her seductive presence. They did not want to know if her words were lies; they were afraid of what the answer would reveal.

And of course we died there on that stomy stormy night as Sheba Whimpered... whimpered... whimpered..."
Like a moth to a flame, those drawn to Sheba meet their doom on a stormy night, with only the echoes of her mournful weeping as a final sign of their passing.

Come sail to me, it's been so long. Come sail to me, it's been so long. I'm so lonesome I could die.
Sheba's call remains constant, growing ever more desperate as time passes, beckoning to any who would come to their fate at her side.