Rusalka's Umbrella

It’s too late now to call a truce
You buried me in the blue
It’s too late now to love you
I’m already over you
You’re very tall but you can’t see over this
Underneath rusalka’s umbrella
It’s somebody’s wicked idea of a funny joke
Can’t take it seriously
Rusalka’s umbrella in the morning
She can’t be serious
In whatever we do
Rising up from the deep
Wax and wane, we’re released
Follow it in, that gripping sound
Capturing you down in the blue
It’s too late now to call a truce
I’m already in the blue