Cold
Mary gets up at six in the morning
she runs herself a bath while she's brushing her teeth
six thirty she's styled and dressed
in the kind of rag she layed out before she went to sleep
noone's there but a cup full of coffee
bored she stares at the morning news
she's feeling cold
feeling cold
she's feeling cold
Mary's feeling cold
Mary files the papers for the boss
of Smith & Watson's data company, yeah
from nine to five she's doing the duties, uh
trivial matters, fulfilled with dignity
seven/eleven Mary lays out a dress for another day
ten pm back to bed in a warm and cosy way
but Mary's feeling cold
she's feeling cold
feeling cold
she's feeling cold
well
she's feeling cold
feeling cold
Mary's feeling cold
she's feeling cold
she's feeling cold
In The Parkin' Lot
Everything is everything
What is meant to be, will be
After winter, must come spring
Change, it comes eventually
(2x)
I wrote these words for everyone
Who struggles in their youth
Who won't accept deception
Instead of what is truth
It seems we lose the game,
Before we even start to play
Who made these rules? We're so confused
Easily led astray
Let me tell ya that
Everything is everything
Everything is everything
After winter, must come spring
Everything is everything
I philosophy
Possibly speak tongues