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 shore




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