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