Mary

Mary had a pretty symphony
Spoken words on gracious melody
What she sang is always in my head
Somewhere in the depths of my brain
Now she's sleeping many steps away
With every song of hate and love in mind
So many things i'd love to hear again
If only i could make her come back

My spark is dead
Inside of my head, there's nothing
Only noise instead of music
won't you pull my strings once again?

Mary was my muse and i miss her
I can't do anything by myself
She could take possession of my mind
Of my disposable body
I still have a few things left from her
Piece of hair of small flecks of her skin
So many vibes i'd love to feel again
If only i could make her come back



Credits
Writer(s): Pierre Rousseau
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