Mary Mary never died like we thought she would
She did like the summertime too much and knew she could
Love again, love again, love again, love again
In the shopkeeper's parade, who would've thought that she would make
A ? arrangements of her memories for all the world to see
Love again, there is a fire, love again, there is a fire
Love again, there is a fire on your chest and minds and wiry arms
Mary Mary remember when yellow lights and amber
Clouded over greedy skies? Amber after amber, the months did drag yes they did
Love again, there is a fire, love again, there is a fire
Love again, there is a fire on your chest and minds and wiry arms