Siren Song On Repeat

Reason can't muster Why her attraction is such a fluster I'm lustful Distrustful, Mistrustful Trust rusts over and becomes dust My feelings are so uncontrollable My emotions are a rollercoaster Palms become fists Cringing for what we have not How can we resist A treasure we don't got? Somebody get me a speedometre for my heart But we take a breath And so do the clocks around us.The little hand laps the big hand a hundred times And our senses ease. Where is the lust, the energy, all we experienced when hearing the Siren Song? We try to remember it, to enjoy a moment of ecstasy in our minds But really, it's gone gone Until the Siren Song is sung again.