Pantheon - Mary | Текст песни

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Mary, shut the garden door
Memories, hang them from the arbor;
Let them grow again, every now and then.

Heavy lie your eyelids, dearie
Mary, rest your bones above me

I'm the ghost of me
and time fell short for haunting
I'll be present whether you like it or not
Yeah, the ghost of me clings
I'll be around, just outside of your earshot

Do you...
do you remember spring?
We would sing songs with our wounded knees

I'm the ghost of me
and time fell short for haunting
I'll be present whether you like it or not
Yeah, the ghost of me clings
I'll be around, just outside of your earshot

Mary, do you remember me?