[Chorus]

Bronze on gold and gold on red

Drag me down to your ocean bed

Sing your air and reel me in

The sweets of sin will soon sink in

Bronze on gold and gold on red

Drag me down to your ocean bed

Sing your air and reel me in

The sweets of sin will soon sink in

[Verse 1]

As she lies on the rocks

It's nature she mocks

With her skin of silk

Balmed with honey and milk

I'll approach her cliffs

Movement like hieroglyphs

I'll sink down to her riff

For a single whiff

Majestic but poisonous

Villainous yet harmless

Ambigue to the bone

Disown disown

With my salted soul

And my pickled skin

See I dozed, overdosed

And went over the rim

[Chorus]

Bronze on gold and gold on red

Drag me down to your ocean bed

Sing your air and reel me in

The sweets of sin will soon sink in

Bronze on gold and gold on red

Drag me down to your ocean bed

Sing your air and reel me in

The sweets of sin will soon sink in

Bronze on gold and gold on red

Drag me down to your ocean bed

Sing your air and reel me in

The sweets of sin will soon sink in

Bronze on gold and gold on red

Drag me down to your ocean bed

Sing your air and reel me in

The sweets of sin will soon sink in

[Verse 2]

And the sweet taste of forbidden fruit

Soon becomes sour

And the heat and haste of forgotten youth

Can come as a cold shower

Months awake won't go to bed

No matter what's the hour

So sirens sing me on the rocks

To withstand, not within my power

I see the girls with the curls in their hair

I see the girls wearing pearls and I stare

In a waking state things might turn out to be a nightmare

But you with your flair make it easy to bear

Beauty and delicacy I head for the epiphony

But what I find just leaves me dry and unsatisfied

[Chorus]

Bronze on gold and gold on red

Drag me down to your ocean bed

Sing your air and reel me in

The sweets of sin will soon sink in

Bronze on gold and gold on red

Drag me down to your ocean bed

Sing your air and reel me in

The sweets of sin will soon sink in

[Verse 3]

Cradle me now spontaneous host

I'll admit to my foul

Find me on the coast

I'll be biased by beauty

And highly esteemed esthetics

Blinded and bulged

The watchful eye on the aerie ethics

My degracing locus is the facing focus

Of the formidable and faccital fracturing of my frames

A roach to be squashed

Or pooched and gracefully hunted

The outcame stays the same

Yet the grace is what I wanted