When the last course has been consumed
They withdraw to the drawing room,
Where the Schubert she plays with style
Keeps her friends happy all 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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