Mermaids
England is only ever grey or green
The girls glitter striding glorious and coatless in the rain
I remember falling through these streets
Somewhat out of place if not for the drunkenness
It makes my chest hurt to think of it
Not of regret but of missing that cheerful oblivion
They come to drink, they come to dance
To sacrifice a human heart
Cheerful oblivion
Cheerful oblivion
Cheerful oblivion
Cheerful oblivion
Cheerful oblivion
Cheerful oblivion