Tori Amos
Merman
go to bed
the priests are dead
now no one can call you back
go to bed
the priests are dead
finally, you're pepperminted 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 your voice to cross his land
for lies
go to bed
the priests are dead
now no one can call you back
go to bed
the priests are dead
finally you found it
and lalala
who could ever say
you're not simply wonderful?
who could ever harm you
oh sleep now
you're my little girl
go to bed
the priests are dead
and go and sing it all again
go to bed
past the apple orchard and you'll feel nice
two can play i said two can play