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