Lisa Miskovsky - Mary Bell Lyrics
Mary, I'm so sorryyou're hands were taken of this crystal ballClose to heaven, far from seven angels,they believe your ovelordSteming pictures of their bodieshunts to feed your visioncold and unberableDark, dark, darkness,Mary's heading for the golden bellHer coins were not good enoughto throw in their wishing well,in their wishing well,they went to hellClosed her eyes and jumpedint the sea of Mr. lonelinessand his companionsBut they couldn't keep her thereher light dissturbed the black and greyin their living roomMinutes passed and Gabriel he laughed"You're sole is smelling oh so wonderfulMary, you're so beautiful, so predictable"His hands through her hair again,and then he leftDark, dark, darknessMary's heading for the golden bellHer coins were not good enoughto throw in their wishing well,in their wishing well,in their wishing wellSo please come and see me,I'm to predictablePlease come and see me,Mary, you're so predictable
