Marie
In dead of night
She dances forever more
She moves with purpose
She's lookin' to score
In these arms of mine
She's limp like a rag doll
She closes her eyes
They'll open no more
Heaven knows she's baked grass
For chippin' at this hard vase
Marie
Every night I sling a light
Her golden arms will burn bright
Marie
Through wasted eyes
There's nothing that I can't see
She holds me with vision
When she comes to me
Now I know that love
Can be told in a child's phrase
I don't know what I'd do for her
I don't know what it means
Heaven knows she's baked grass
For chippin' at this hard vase
Marie
Every night I sling a light
Her golden arms will burn bright
Marie
Heaven knows she's baked grass
For chippin' at this hard vase
Marie
Every night I sling a light
Her golden arms will burn bright
Marie
Autor(es): BRUCE CONNOLE
