Merman - Tori Amos

Go to bed, the priests are dead

Now no one can call you bad

Go to bed, the priests are dead

Finally you’re in 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 to the knee

Doesn’t need something you’re not willing to give

He’s a merman

Doesn’t need your voice to cross his lands of ice

Go to bed, the priests are dead

Now no one can call you bad

Go to bed, the priests are dead

Finally you found him

Let it out

Who could ever say you’re not simply wonderful?

Who could ever harm you?

Sleep now, you’re my little goat

Go to bed, the priests are dead

And 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