Mary

In the still of the night
Your voice weaves through my line
Recounting all the time
That has passed since last goodbyes.

Mary,
We're falling behind.

Dennis died.
Shortly after he turned blind
Carol lied.
When she said they met offline.
And you know your father is right
Even though he's wrong most the time.
Yeah, I'm fine.
But I don't go outside.

Mary,
We're falling behind.
Mary,
We're all in decline.