Mary had a pretty symphony
Spoken words on gracious melody
What she sang is always in my head
But I couldn't sing it to you
Now she's sleeping many steps away
With every song of hate and love in mind
Something that I'd love to hear again
But maybe she will never come back

My spark is dead
Inside of my head, there's nothing
Only noise instead of music
Won't you pull my strings once again?

Mary was my muse and I miss her
I can't do anything by myself
She could take possession of my mind
All the music vanished and lost
I still have a few things left from her
Piece of hair of scratches of her skin
Maybe I will find her on the way
Or maybe she will never come back