Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Mary Bell, artist - Lisa Miskovsky. Date of issue: 31.12.2003
Song language: English
Mary Bell |
| Mary, I’m so sorry |
| You’re hands were taken of this crystal ball |
| Close to heaven, far from seven angels, |
| They believe your ovelord |
| Steming pictures of their bodies |
| Hunts to feed your vision |
| Cold and unberable |
| 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 |
| Int the sea of Mr. loneliness |
| And his companions |
| But they couldn’t keep her there |
| Her light dissturbed the black and grey |
| 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 |