Mary
On the killing fields of April
Our battle scars collect
It's the bruising of the flowers
And the frontline it affects
Our weapons are designers
If ammunition were bird seeds
The flora meets the fauna
Meets the fire meets the free
And if I love Mary
Then who loves you?
If I love Mary
Then who loves you?
On the borderline of mercy
My hands are dragging on the ground
And with every inch of this desire
I'm measuring what I've left behind, oh
The night has fallen
So that the king can come alive, oh
Take me, I am ready
I'm so ready I could die
But if I love Mary
Then who loves you?
If I love Mary
Then who loves you?
If I love Mary
Then who loves you?
Then who loves you?
Then who loves you?
But if I love Mary
Then who loves you?
If I love Mary
Then who loves you?
If I love Mary
Then who loves you?
Then who loves you?
Then who loves you?
Then who loves you?