Mary
Do you recognize mehere on this sleeper trainand do you feel the paingrowing into the night, maryand i can feel the tasteof your third birthday cakeremember how it wasto hold you into my arms, maryit was therethe summer lights aroundi was therehis hand upon my kneesand we're goneacross this sunny streetsand we're gonethe day you died, maryand we go faster nowtogether throught the fieldshere on this sleeper trainand i can touch your face, marythe precious things we've donehidden under my skini let you sleep a whilei let you sleep a while, maryit was therethe summer lights aroundi was therehis hand upon my kneesand we're goneacross this sunny streetsand we're gonethe day you died, mary