[Verse 1]

Bow down, lie down.

The bricks are upon you.

You won't make it out,

But at least you seek some proof.

It's only for you.



Cold lips, sewn mouth,

The stiffening of you.

Your last rite sold out

To the gold that outbid you.

Sorry for you.

I'm sorry for you.



[Chorus]

Steep climb up the steps down the lane of life.

An old moon does shine on the back of elder child.

So old, what's a hundred years to two thousand story lines?

Some change, some die, yet so many left behind the old Mary's robe.



[Verse 2]

Bow down, lie down.

You're already past due.

You're wrapped in a gown.

It's your wedding day funeral.

Lucky for you.

Lucky for you.



[Chorus]

Steep climb up the steps down the lane of life.

An old moon does shine on the back of elder child.

So old, what's a hundred years to two thousand story lines?

Some change, some die, yet so many left behind the old Mary's robe.



[Outro]

I bet it all on you.

That Mary's robe.