Mary

time is pressing on my chest

and it leaves no room

for the hands of the woman

who could undress

this short and violent

breath gets heavy when you're near me

feel it swim to the surface

as you disappear

I'm made of stone

could you kiss this cold

I'm made of stone

could you shatter these bones

I'd sing you mary on a sunday

but I get so sad

when my fingers do not know the way

I'm afraid it's too late to learn to play

I'm afraid it's too late to learn to say

stay

I'm made of stone

could you kiss this cold

I'm made of stone

could you shatter these bones

I'm feeling old and I want to be alone

except when I don't

except when I don't