Doesn't feel like you're really here
Mocking.
A call's synthetic tease,
Isn't just my imagination
Siren in her splash from Atlas' sea
Will she make an appearance here?
Who do you turn to
When it's all up in the air
Who does she sing to
When there's nobody there
Sometimes when invisible
I came here, a ritual pebble's throw
Smuggled a sample of her home
Who do you turn to
When there's nobody there
What rocks would you cling to
When you're out of your depth
Father History looking on
Now you feel the weight of what you've done
Who would she sing to
If there was nobody there
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