at low tides mermaids rest upon the crystal blue rocks to dry out their coral red hair and pluck the strings of the golden harp to contact the god of the sea Neptune
On the wheels of our dreams the hammer of Thor shall crack the fountain sky what words shall find the patient clock unwinds if we live on borrowed time
hey girl are you qualified to give me the love that i am asking for the love that i need yeah baby i will give you quality time and i will give you what you need all the time yeah someone to love