I count the ways you turn me on
I calculate the grim? and eerie song
Sirens calling
I count the ways you turn me on

Crack of your whip
Taking the hit
I'm caught in your grip
And now your thoughts consume me

I count the days since we went wrong
I contemplate where we went wrong
Sirens calling
The anchor of innocent it speaks by reflection

Crack of the whip
Taking the hit
I'm caught in your grip
And now your thoughts consume me

I can hear the sirens calling
Take my hand, I can't my darlin'

The reflection of your eyes
Disappears and it is mine

I'm tied to the mast as I pass in the black

I think this is pretty close