I'm a siren on a forgotten shore
I sing only the songs of others
I'm not calling out to a sailor,
nor a higher power, nor a lover.

But he says his name is God
And I, the fool, I choose to believe
He tastes of red wine, a common disease
and nightmares disguised as sugarplum dreams.

Am I so starved for salvation
that I will surrender to him my faith?

I don't believe in him.
But I believe in the idea
of believing in him.