play the strings that sound right,
and you could write a song for me.
for a siren you're tame, and lost
when the sky falls to the twenties

it comes down to comfort,
so it's the weather or the woman.
and for now, i'll plead the fifth,
i need the first

i could've caught you by the evening
in the wake of your singing,
but i stay home and pray for the cold,
it's warmer to me.

Siren, tempt me with your love song
(I could never be that)
I'll take chances with the snowfall
(Take me back to winter)