| Burn up with the water |
| The floods are on the plains |
| The planets in a rose |
| Who knows what they contain? |
| And my brain is like an orchestra |
| Playing on, insane |
| Will you love me like you loved me in the January rain? |
| Mom and Dad and violins |
| Somber country silence |
| The needle stopped the kicking |
| The clothespins on the floor |
| And my heart is playing hide and seek |
| Wait and count to four |
| Will you love me like you loved me and I’ll never ask for more |
| What did you tell me Mary |
| When you were there so sweet and very |
| Full of field and stars |
| You carried all of time |
| Oh and, heavens, when you looked at me |
| Your eyes were like machinery |
| Your hands were making artifacts in the corner of my mind |
| Monastery monochrome |
| Boom balloon machine and oh |
| Diamond rings and gutter bones |
| Marching up the mountain |
| With our aching planning |
| High and smiling |
| Cheap drink |
| Dark and violent |
| Full of butterflies |
| The violent tenderness |
| The sweetest silence |
| The clay you find is fortified |
| We felt unfocused fade the line |
| The sugar rush |
| The constant hush |
| The pushing of the water gush |
| The marching band |
| When April ran |
| May June bugs fly in |
| Push your gin Jacob |
| With the tired wiry brandy look |
| Here you go around Mary in your famous story book |
| We overcome the sirens |
| We look both left and right |
| And I can feel the numbness accompany my plight |
| And I know that someday soon I’ll see you |
| But now you’re out of sight |
| And you’ll kiss me like you used to in the January night |
| What did you tell me Mary |
| When you were there so sweet and very |
| Full of field and stars |
| You carried all of time |
| Oh and, heavens, when you looked at me |
| Your eyes were like machinery |
| Your hands were making artifacts in the corner of my mind |
| Monastery monochrome |
| Boom balloon machine and oh |
| Diamond rings and gutter bones |
| Marching up some mountain |
| With our aching planning |
| High and smiling |
| Cheap drink |
| Dark and violent |
| Full of butterflies |
| The violent tenderness |
| The sweetest silence |
| The clay you find is fortified |
| We felt some focus fade the line |
| The sugar rush |
| The constant hush |
| The pushing of the water gush |
| The marching band |
| When April ran |
| May June bugs fly in |
| Push your gin Jacob |
| With the tired wiry brandy look |
| Here you go around Mary in your famous story book |