mary go round   i’d like to see you when the summer sun sets down   straight from the pages into memories that hang around   i can’t believe that there is nowhere you can go and not be found without sound         from the pages    of the morning   when you mentioned   you’re worth less to me         hand over hand   the pages turn   the pages without sound   turn on empty hands   tonight will end without sound         mary go round   hold back the hand me downs and bring back the bright sound   head for the razor broken bottle hangman runarounds   time for the message to return with the sender unsigned and without sound      it’s a battle you can’t win   it’s a battle you lose