Mary, I'm so sorry that Your hands were taken out of this crystal ball Close to heaven, far from seven angels They believe you're overlord Steaming pictures of their bodies Hunts to feed the vision, cold and unbearable And 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 Into the sea of Mr. loneliness and his companions But they couldn't keep her there Her light disturbed the black and grey In their living room Minutes passed and Gabriel he laughed You're sole's smelling, all so wonderful Mary, you're so beautiful, so predictable His hands through her hair again And then he left And the 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 In their wishing well So please, come and save me I'm too predictable Please, come and save me Mary, you're so predictable