Mary go round
i'd like to see you when the summer sun sets down
straight from the pages into memories that hang around
i can't believe that there is nowhere you can go and not be found without sound
From the pages
of the morning
when you mentioned
you're worth less to me
Hand over hand
the pages turn
the pages without sound
turn on empty hands
tonight will end without sound
Mary go round
hold back the hand me downs and bring back the bright sound
head for the razor broken bottle hangman runarounds
time for the message to return with the sender unsigned and without sound
It's a battle you can't win
it's a battle you lose