Mary

Burn up with the water

Floods around the plains

The planets in a rose

Who knows what they contain

And my brain is like an orchestra

Playing on insane

Will you love me like you loved me

In the January rain

Mom and dad and violins

Somber country silence

The needle stopped the kicking

The clothes pins on the floor

And my heart is playing hide and seek

Wait and count to four

Will you love me like you loved me

And I'll never ask for more

What did you tell me Mary when you were there so sweet and very

Full of field and stars you carried all of time

Oh and heavens when you looked at me

Your eyes were like machinery your hands

Were making artifacts in the corner of my mind

Monastery monochrome boom balloon machine and oh

Diamond rings and gutter bones marching up the mountain with our

Aching planning high and smiling cheap drink dark and violent

Full of butterflies the violent tenderness the sweet asylum

The clay you find is fortified we felt unfocused fade the line

The sugar rush the constant hush the pushing of the water gush

The marching band when April ran May June bugs fly and push

Your old gin Jacob with the tired wirey brandy look

Here we go round Mary in your famous story book

We overcome the sirens

We look both left and right

I can feel the numbness

Accompany my plight

And I know that someday soon I'll see you

Though now you're out of sight

And you'll kiss me like you used to

In the January night

What did you tell me Mary when you were there so sweet and very

Full of field and stars you carried all of time

Oh and heavens when you looked at me

Your eyes were like machinery your hands

Were making artifacts in the corner of my mind

Monastery monochrome boom balloon machine and oh

Diamond rings and gutter bones marching up the mountain with our

Aching planning high and smiling cheap drink dark and violent

Full of butterflies the violent tenderness the sweet asylum

The clay you find is fortified we felt unfocused fade the line

The sugar rush the constant hush the pushing of the water gush

The marching band when April ran May June bugs fly and push

Your old gin Jacob with the tired wirey brandy look

Here we go round Mary in your famous story book