“Sirens”

“Deliciously deep lyrics cosseted by a wonderfully harmonized, pop memorable refrain. The guitar interludes are delicious, and the phrases indelible. "No words pass in the hall / A picture tells a thousand tales / None of them are kind / And most are true / A catalog of my crimes / Easier to recognize / When the sucker isn't you" By the time the Hammond arrives to take us home, we're swept right into the picture: "There are sirens on our street--How do you sleep so well?"”