Mermaids

Does it feel like religion,
Does it crush your old ideas?
Well fold me in paper
Ive got some here
And show me the warrant
To which I will attest
Put me in handcuffs, or give it a rest
The light through the windows
Cast doubt on the mermaids
And they sing at the bottom of the sea
Youve run out of business
In light of what you want
Youve come wielding plastic
And gone straight to the front
Youve rejigged and counted,
Its amounted, not to much
Ill give you my credence, if thats not enough
The light through he window
Casts down on the mermaids
And they sink to the bottom of the sea
Youre reading the letters that no-one ever wrote
Im moving through something
I travel in hope
So read me the warrant, to which I will attest
Put me in handcuffs, or give it a rest
The light through he window
Casts doubt on the mermaids
And they sing at the bottom of the sea