mary go round

i'd like to see you when the summer sun sets down 

straight from the pages into memories that hang around 

i can't believe that there is nowhere you can go and not be found without sound 



from the pages 

of the morning 

when you mentioned 

you're worth less to me 



hand over hand 

the pages turn 

the pages without sound 

turn on empty hands 

tonight will end without sound 



mary go round 

hold back the hand me downs and bring back the bright sound 

head for the razor broken bottle hangman runarounds 

time for the message to return with the sender unsigned and without sound 



it's a battle you can't win 

it's a battle you lose