Lisa Miskovsky Mary Bell lyrics

Mary, I'm so sorry
You're hands were taken of this crystal ball
Close to heaven, far from seven angels
They believe your overlord

Steaming pictures of their bodies
Hunts to feed your vision
Cold and unbearable

Dark, dark, darkness
Mary's heading for the golden bell
Her coins were not good enough
To throw in their wishing well
In their wishing well, they went to hell

Closed her eyes and jumped
In the sea of Mr.Loneliness and his companions
But they couldn't keep her there
Her light disturbed the black and gray in their living room


Minutes passed and Gabriel he laughed
You're sole is smelling, oh, so wonderful
Mary, you're so beautiful, so predictable
His hands through her hair again and then he left

Dark, dark, darkness
Mary's heading for the golden bell
Her coins were not good enough
To throw in their wishing well
In their wishing well, in their wishing well

So please come and see me
I'm to predictable
Please, come and see me
Mary, you're so predictable