Nightwish: Imaginaerum

#8: Turn Loose the Mermaids

A kite above a gravedary grey, at the end of the line, far far away. A child holding on to the magic of birth and awe.

Oh, how beautiful it used to be, just you and me, far beyond the sea. The waters, scarce in motion, quivering still.

At the end of the river, the sundown beams. All the recils of a life long lived, here weary traveller rest you wand, sleep the journey from your eyes.

Good journey, love, time to go, I checked your theeth and warmed your tose. In the horizon I see them coming for you.

The mermaids grace, the forever call, beauty in spyglass on an old man's porch. The mermaids you turned loose, brought back your tears.

At the end of the river, the sundown beams. All the recils of a life long lived, here weary traveller rest you wand, sleep the journey from your eyes.

At the end of the river, the sundown beams. All the recils of a life long lived, here weary traveller rest you wand, sleep the journey from your eyes.

At the end of the river, the sundown beams. All the recils of a life long lived, here weary traveller rest you wand, sleep the journey from your eyes.

At the end of the river, the sundown beams. All the recils of a life long lived, here weary traveller rest you wand, sleep the journey from your eyes.