Lost At Seaflower Cove - Laura Veirs

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