Mary

I don't think you like it me knowing you this well you cannot tell me now but I don't really mind that you saw my dreams still if you were here you'd see through me a little bit crazed obsessed a trifle I don't know maybe possessed the leaves are turning in my cold world now a bell rings in my ear and a clock is ticking I told you it was OK you knew I lied now I am old green eyed girl songs conceal lost rhythms ah but I do remember it makes me choke tears and tremble with fear till I find you again and come to rest again in your dreaming arms