@Ragman,
Really raggers: the beegees as stalkers. this is the internet. words are all any of us have.
It didnt float my scary whackometer at all
This is a love song that was sent to me during my Goth period. It is Called Song to the Siren By This Mortal Coil. What a true psycho would send. The only one scarier was "Dont fear the reaper" but I really didnt want to scare anyone. peace.
On the floating, shapeless oceans
I did all my best to smile
til your singing eyes and fingers
drew me loving into your eyes.
And you sang "Sail to me, sail to me;
Let me enfold you."
Here I am, here I am waiting to hold you.
Did I dream you dreamed about me?
Were you here when I was full sail?
Now my foolish boat is leaning, broken love lost on your rocks.
For you sang, "Touch me not, touch me not, come back tomorrow."
Oh my heart, oh my heart shies from the sorrow.
I'm as puzzled as a newborn child.
I'm as riddled as the tide.
Should I stand amid the breakers?
Or shall I lie with death my bride?
Hear me sing: "Swim to me, swim to me, let me enfold you."
"Here I am. Here I am, waiting to hold you."
Its about being lured to doom by an evil spirit. Being ancients the baddies were chicks.