Explain this siren's song to me; This aching, wanting heat. Why do my hands reach out to touch This fruit so bittersweet? I know, full well, my heart could flee My safely shelt'ring grasp, And never more come home to me When you loose it's locking clasp. Why, when I am bound to flee Am I rooted to the ground? Why, when solitude I seek, Do I want you around? Why, when I am bound to die You make me want to live; And give my heart and soul to you Til there's no more to give?