so i'm sitting up late tonight & i'm thinking to myself about nothing at all. i'm tired. i want to speak. so i'm listening to merman. this is it. i don't have anything else to say. <sigh> it makes me think of matthew shepard & makes me want to fall into open arms. why do i only fall?

go to bed
the priests are dead
now no one can call you bad
go to bed
the priests are dead
finally you're on peppermint land

he's a merman
he doesn't need your voice
he's a merman

go to bed
dream instead
and you will find him
he's a merman eternally
he doesn't need something you're not willing to give
he's a merman
doesn't need a voice to cross his lands of ice (lies?)

go to bed
the priests are dead now no one can call you back
go to bed
the priests are dead
you finally found him
who could ever say
you're not simply wonderful
who could ever harm you
sleep now
you're my little girl
go to bed
the priests are dead
come sing it all again
go to bed
past the apple orchard
and you'll feel nice
two can play, i said
two can play