Текст песни Better Things

On winter nights the mermaid sings, "I was made for better things Better things, dearie, Better things" In early spring the ghost princess Goes haunting in her pretty dress Pretty dress, your majesty, Pretty dress And I have heard The singing of real birds Not those absurd Birds that simply everybody's heard Real birds In summer when the moon is full The wolfboy is adorable Adorable, you're Adorable I have observed The winging of real birds Not those reserved Birds that simply everyone's observed Real birds