Lyrics Merman - Tori Amos

Merman

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