Mary Anne Lyrics

She wept for winter, roses gone bitter

And sat under the willow tree

For she was a fire that couldn't go out

And she gave her soul unto me

There were many secrets inside her walls

Coffee stained pages of sorrow

She was a train heading south in the morning

She was a girl of tomorrow

And nobody stopped her when she jumped off the train

Not one could see it coming

Jumped out the window like a beast of the night

Tragic and beautifully cunning

Mary Anne, Mary Anne

Weep for you I will not

Because I am a train heading south in the morning

And with you I will rot

(With you I will rot)