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 casts doubt on the mermaids

And they sink 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, it's amounted not to much

I'll give you my credence, if that's not enough

The light through the 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 the window casts doubt on the mermaids

And they sink at the bottom of the sea