The prince did set aside the sea, blushing with a siren. At lengths did they try to agree who'd forfeit their environment. A trade for surf, a swap for turf, what came first and when? For if you go be paradise, a life with your true love, ponder all your wants in life, and make a little sacrifice. The water's wet, the beachside's dry, and where they met is where they lie. But where they lay they cannot stay, the tide is low, now they both know. A trade for surf, a swap for turf, return and let go. For if you go be paradise, a life with your true love, ponder all your wants in life, and make a little sacrifice. His choice was made aside the sea, a twilight red horizon. For she had finally made him see his place among the sirens. A trade for surf, he knew what it's worth to trade foot for fin. For if you go be paradise, just give your love a firm nudge. If he sings to dawn this night, embrace his little sacrifice.