Does it feel like religion   Does it crush your old ideas?   Well fold me in paper   I've got some here   And show me the warrant   To which I will attest   put me in handcuffs I'll give it a rest      The light through he windows   Casts doubt on the mermaids   And they sing at the bottom of the sea      You've run out of business   In light of what you want   You've come wielding plastic   And gone straight to the front   You've rejigged and counted, it's a mountain not too much   I'll give you my credence if that's not enough      The light through he window   Casts down on the mermaids   And they sink to the bottom of the sea      You're reading the letters that no-one ever wrote   I'm moving through something   I travel in hope   So read me the warrant, to which i will attest   Put me in handcuffs ill give it a rest      The light through he window   Casts down on the mermaids