Mary

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 Playin' 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 stopped the kicking The clothes spins 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 Goin' 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 storybook 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 Goin' 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 storybook