Go to bed, the priests are dead
Now no one can call you back
Go to bed, the priests are dead
Finally, you're pepper minted land
He's a merman
He doesn't need your voice
He's a merman
Go to bed, dream instead
And you will find him
He's a merman eternally
He doesn't need something you're not willing to give
He's a merman
Doesn't need your voice to cross his land
For lies
Go to bed, the priests are dead
Now no one can call you back
Go to bed, the priests are dead
Finally you found it and lalala
Who could ever say you're not simply wonderful?
Who could ever harm you
Go to sleep now
You're my little girl
Go to bed, the priests are dead
And go and sing it all again
Go to bed, past the apple orchard and you'll feel nice
Two can play, I said two can play