Vixey - Mary Lyrics

Mary writes apologies for all the things she cut in two
And Mary doesn't like to read, she'd rather sit and speak at you
Dance along the dotted lines to see where you have been
Weep yourself a winning streak to crawl back in
Cause Mary casts such spells in her sleep
Falling on footprints in the sand
Puddles are born as she weeps
Carefully collected in little hands
Mary keeps a pocket watch to ponder every ticking hand
And Mary seals an envelope debating over where it'll land
Shrouded in white linen she hums herself a gentle tune
Gold beneath her fingertips while she treads an idle dune
Cause Mary casts such spells in her sleep
Falling on footprints in the sand
Puddles are born as she weeps
Carefully collected in little hands
And Mary only bares her bloody teeth
Staring at the shaking crimson hands
And whether she knows or not
At that point she couldn't have stopped
As The waves start rolling through the sand
Mary wields an iron key to feel the weight adorn her wrist
And Mary tints her windows to veil the papers that she kissed
She ignites the corners with the time she has to kill
And brushes off the embers as they decorate her windowsill