Brandes

Lyrics

SIRI’S SONG


When Siri comes to me, she’s like the mist upon the water.
She’s all silk and scent and silver and the memory of laughter.
But her eyes are deep and dark; they’re for looking in not looking,
And her slender hand is cold where her fingers touch my face.

There is no sign when Siri leaves that she has ever been there.
She goes so slow and silently, like blossom from the branch.
And you’ll never know if you are glad that Siri lay beside you,
In her silk and scent and silver, she’s like the mist upon the sea.