Mermaids

Does it feel like religion,

Does it crush your old ideas?

Well fold me in paper

I've got some here

And show me the warrant

To which I will attest

Put me in handcuffs, or give it a rest

The light through the windows

Cast doubt on the mermaids

And they sing at the bottom of the sea

You've run out of business

In light of what you want

You've come wielding plastic

And gone straight to the front

You've rejigged and counted,

Its amounted, not to much

I'll give you my credence, if thats not enough

The light through he window

Casts down on the mermaids

And they sink to the bottom of the sea

You're reading the letters that no-one ever wrote

I'm moving through something

I travel in hope

So read me the warrant, to which I will attest

Put me in handcuffs, or give it a rest

The light through he window

Casts doubt on the mermaids

And they sing at the bottom of the sea