Mary Lyrics

Mary writes apologies for all the things she cut in two

And Mary doesn't like to read, she'd rather sit and speak at you

Dance along the dotted lines to see where you have been

Weep yourself a winning streak to crawl back in

Cause Mary casts such spells in her sleep

Falling on footprints in the sand

Puddles are born as she weeps

Carefully collected in little hands

Mary keeps a pocket watch to ponder every ticking hand

And Mary seals an envelope debating over where it'll land

Shrouded in white linen she hums herself a gentle tune

Gold beneath her fingertips while she treads an idle dune

Cause Mary casts such spells in her sleep

Falling on footprints in the sand

Puddles are born as she weeps

Carefully collected in little hands

And Mary only bares her bloody teeth

Staring at the shaking crimson hands

And whether she knows or not

At that point she couldn't have stopped

As The waves start rolling through the sand

Mary wields an iron key to feel the weight adorn her wrist

And Mary tints her windows to veil the papers that she kissed

She ignites the corners with the time she has to kill

And brushes off the embers as they decorate her windowsill