Mary

time is pressing on my chest
and it leaves no room
for the hands of the woman
who could undress
this short and violent
breath gets heavy when you're near me
feel it swim to the surface
as you disappear

I'm made of stone
could you kiss this cold
I'm made of stone
could you shatter these bones

I'd sing you mary on a sunday
but I get so sad
when my fingers do not know the way
I'm afraid it's too late to learn to play
I'm afraid it's too late to learn to say
stay

I'm made of stone
could you kiss this cold
I'm made of stone
could you shatter these bones
I'm feeling old and I want to be alone
except when I don't
except when I don't