Minisode 31: Lyrics 8 – I’m Not a Mermaid, I’m a Siren

Skyward a Mile, to the tune of “Fever to the Form” by Nick Mulvey

In that velvety softness
And that sweet scrunched up smile
Think I might stay awhile

Oh, the warmth of her kisses
Send me skyward a mile
Yeah I’m skyward a mile

Hills and Mountains, to the tune of “Little Flower” by the Peter Bradley Adams

You and me, hiking this mountain
Where the valley is green
Every step takes us closer
To the clarity that we seek

When you’re lost I will find you
Where your feet fail I’ll catch you
And when we reach that sweet summit
I’ll always follow where you go

Siren, to the tune of “Tessellate” by Alt-J

I heard her singing
And I wanted to be with her
Gentle whispers in my head, ringing
Meet me at the bottom of the river

Oh I tried to sequester
My desire and my hunger
Blood stops cold under my skin
But in the end I forgive her
I’ll meet you there, my siren
At the bottom of the river

Mold, to the tune of “Song of the Sea” by Nolwenn Leroy

You’re stuck on my walls
Like vinegar and salt
I’ve scraped you off before
It’s not your fault

You drip from the ceiling
And boil behind my eyes
I’ll add you to the list
Of all my diseases

You drip from the ceiling
Through the air and onto my plate
No chaser needed, I take you straight
To you I tickle and cling