Xenophon Calbraith

What if they're right? What if we're wrong?
What if I've lured you here with a siren song?
But if I be wrong, if I be right
Let me be here with you tonight



Toying somewhere between love and abuse
Calling to join them the wretched and joyful
Shaking the wings of their terrible youths
Freshly disowned in some frozen devotion
No more alone or myself could I be
Lurched like a stray to the arms that were open
No shortage of sordid, no protest from me