Mary Lyrics

Burn up with the water
The floods are on 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
Sung the country silence
The needle stop the kicking
The clothespins on the floor
And my heart is playing hide and seek
Waiting, 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
When heaven's 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 all
Diamond rings and gutter bones
Marching up some mountain
With our aching planet
High and smiling
Cheap drink
Dark and violet
Full of butterflies
The violent tenderness
The sweetest silence
The clay you find is fortified
We felt some focus fade the line
The sugar rush
The constant hush
The pushing of the water gush
The marching band
When April ran
The June bugs flying
Push your gin Jacob
With the tired wiry brandy look
Here you go around Mary in your famous story book

We overcome the sirens
We look both left and right
And I can feel the numbness accompany my plight
And I know someday soon I'll see you
But 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 when heaven's 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 all
Diamond rings and gutter bones
Marching up some mountain
With our aching planet
High and smiling
Cheap drink
Dark and violet
Full of butterflies
The violent tenderness
The sweetest silence
The clay you find is fortified
We felt some focus fade the line
The sugar rush
The constant hush
The pushing of the water gush
The marching band
When April ran
The June bugs flying
Push your gin Jacob
With the tired wiry brandy look
Here you go around Mary in your famous story book