Testo di Mary

Mary had a pretty symphony Spoken words on gracious melody What she sang is always in my head But i couldn't sing it to you Now she's sleeping many steps away With every song of hate and love in mind Something that i'd love to hear again But maybe she will never 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 All the music vanished and lost I still have a few things left from her Piece of hair of scratches of her skin Maybe i will find her on the way Or maybe she will never come back