Florence and the Machine—Mermaids
I thought that I was hungry for loveMaybe I was just hungry for blood
Sea foam woman on the shoreYour prairie ghost, I’m a cottage whoreAll the mermaids have sharp teethRazorblades all in your feet
England is only ever grey or greenThe girls glitter, striding glorious and coatless in the rainI remember falling through these streetsSomewhat out of place, if not for the drunkennessIt makes my chest hurt to think of itNot of regret, but of missing that
Cheerful oblivionCheerful oblivion
It was not all pain and pavements slick with rainAnd shining under lights from shitty clubs and doing shitty drugsAnd hugging girls that smelt like Britney Spears and coconuts
And with your mermaid hair and your teeth so sharpYou crawled from the sea to break that sailor’s heartYou only get one night upon the shoreSo dance like you’ve never danced beforeAnd the dance floor is filling up with bloodBut oh, Lord, you’ve never been so in love
Cheerful oblivionCheerful oblivionCheerful oblivion
And the mermaids, they come once a yearThey climb the struts of Brighton PierThey come to drink, they come to danceTo sacrifice a human heartAnd the world is so much wilder than you thinkYou haven’t seen nothing ’til you’ve seen an English girl drink
Cheerful oblivionCheerful oblivionCheerful oblivionCheerful oblivionCheerful oblivion
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