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