Sentimental one without any story Your pages are full Your age is a lie Tall and funny soul your daydream ain´t over Portray the land
Behold your crown
Hear the sirens calling Old and merry tune While the sailor´s falling Last chance to rise don´t worry Need a lullaby to restore your glory To restore your glory
Foreign creature your gift is a burden You were born for the stars It has shown in your cards Frightened being you better run but slowly Heir to the throne With patience alone
In a million years it´ll all be over In a million years it´ll all be over
Till then
Hear the sirens calling Old and merry tune While the sailor´s falling Last chance to rise don´t worry Need a lullaby to restore your glory To restore your glory