Sad Stephen’s Song Duncan Sheik

And there were mermaids--weren't there?--
Sweet silver mermaids
All through that grey Trafalger Square
Such silver mermaids

They were young, and they were fair
They brushed their bronze and dusky hair
And whispered, "Come, Sad Stephen
Come, and play here."

"You will love, you will be loved
You will grow up, and do so much
You will be strong, you will be sung
By all the mermaids. Silver mermaids..."

And once they'd sung their satin song
They beckoned to me from the fog--
They spread their arms and lifted
Pale-portrait faces...I was taken

To their coral cavern halls
To rooms with oyster shells for walls
To sandy nooks, to pearly books,and ivory dolls...

In ivory stalls, in ivory stalls...