Mary کے بول

Heaven hid her face as we fell down Age old habits echoed in the ground One would sing and one would hold me down They might listen if I make no sound Oh I know this From my high school heart That nothing is over From a touch it will begin Wide on the sky In my house the silence rang so loud Under doorways, through the hallway down Waiting for the secret to grow out Oh what we do when no one is around Oh I know this From my high school heart That nothing is over From a touch it will begin Wide on the sky In the dark I hear you sing Fingers move and chords they ring Be the witness of my shame Swaying in the summer rain Feathers falling from your wing In the dark I hear you sing