She's kept her secrets like pearls in the ocean deep
Sometimes I'd look at this hauntingly beautiful mermaid
and wonder what she dreams about when she sleeps
Is she swimming in her cold sea?
Does the water wash away the lies
beneath her feet?

Id like to think that she wishes for the beauty of a truth filled land
but I think she wakes with the salt still in her wounded hands
Maybe the summer really tries to make her bloom
But a cold heart can make it hard to take a stand

Oh, Eileen
I love you