Mary, I Want Her

(live demo)

Once again, lyrics from 1990, music from today. Unlike the last one, I know exactly what this is about. The title is a fairly obvious pun, and I'm sure you're smart enough to get it on your own.

Mary, I Want Her
wmh - 25 March 1990

Twisted bits of cellophane
Wrapped around my brain
Blistered lips and fingertips
As Mary calls my name

Waiting but impatient
Another day slips by
I climb the walls inside myself
In fear she won't arrive

And Mary, I want her
She shields me from the night
She allows my soul
To sink below
The realities of life
She'll come and she'll go
A dream in smoke
She'll change the wrongs to right
She will drown me in
Oblivion
And make my bed tonight

Thinking of how I'll run to her
A glaze forms on my eyes
To taste her kiss so bittersweet
And listen to her lies

Forced in part by habit
The need reveals dark corners
Of the mind's desire to satisfy
In ways I've never shown her

And Mary, I want her
She shields me from the night
She allows my soul
To sink below
The realities of life
She'll come and she'll go
A dream in smoke
She'll change the wrongs to right
She will drown me in
Oblivion
And make my bed tonight