When the last course has been consumed They withdraw to the drawing room Where the Schubert she plays with style Keeps her friends happy for the while But the memories are a burden, So she draws back both the curtains Stepping out into the night
As the glow from the house recedes And their voices blend with the breeze She is free to be who she will Free to skip barefoot down the hill Maybe she is Neptune’s daughter For she’s drawn towards the water Stepping out into the night
The water cold against her skin Conceals a multitude of sins And laughing like a little girl She enters an enchanted world Where seaweed girls with silver tails Play games upon the backs of whales They want her to come home with them They grab her legs and drag her Down again, down again Into the sea he strides And takes her in his arms And he carries her back to shoreTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
