Laura Veirs Lost At Seaflower Cove
Oh the dirty wordless fingers come again
Where the mermaid singers
Oh when I need them
Oh how I need them
Pretty words doled up on silver platters
Chanting sea shanties the words that matter
Oh how they shatter me
Tattooed sailor man pull that net from the sea
Is there something good inside there for me
Something for me
No more rusty strings not these deadened things
