Mary

Come hear the tale of a cowboy raised up into the sky
A sonic revelation decoded by and by

What crashed into the windmill? The suits took it all away
They buried something up on Boot Hill, it was four feet tall they say

So few are ever ready to be chosen
Some would rather jump than fear the fall
Take a look around, the void's closing in
On the terrifying nature of it all

Is love imagination rendered inside the mind?
Or consciousness projected from another place and time?

So take away the lesson, love loved ones now and here
Knowing not the season, they all could disappear

So few are ever ready to be chosen
Some would rather jump than fear the fall
Take a look around, the void's closing in
On the terrifying nature of it all

So few are ever ready to be chosen
Some would rather jump than fear the fall
Oh, take a look around, the void is closing in
On the terrifying nature of it all