My little merman, why do you weep?
With tears like vapour in atmosphere
Heart’s on the end, like a pearl in a seep
Long after the oyster sleeps
In sleep that rests in old graves
Your petty heart was the boldest brave
Now it’s like a tree in a foreign land
That’s made of heat and wind and sand.
Your mind is thinking while your body sinking
In depths of Rome, doesn’t exist anymore.
I sat on the shore and found an open door
In the sea that you wept, and watched Angels, slept.
And when I tell you that I love you
Seems like this water won’t let my words reach
My pretty merman, why those tears carve
A loss on your face? It’s not a race.
And then you swim away in the sea that you’ve made
I row my boat; how far will we go?
My hands are tired, my head’s in the fire
Of fever that’s burning this shell of sea,
In which you’ve been hiding and avoiding
The birds bring you air, through vapour I fare.
Tell me what you’re finding, in depths of blinding
Tears you weep, through which your dreams seep
out, and I know I will have to dive
Because you’re in deep, I fear you’ll sleep
there. My pretty merman, give me your hand
I swim through the sea, to take you to breeze.
My fears are breaking but my hands are shaking
I do not know how far we will go.