Mary I'm so sorry that your hands were taken off this crystal ball   Close to heaven, far from seven angels, they believe your overlord   Steaming pictures of their bodies hunts to feed your vision   cold and unbearable      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 sould 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, in their wishing well      please come and see me, i'm too predictable   please come and see me, mary you're so predictable