mary o'reilly is a tumblelog.

james mercer, i hail you

wrong just seems so right
til the spark of morning light
and all those searching eyes
do they scald your tender mind?

so the stars align
and leave you behind
you want it sewn up
i come by light of the autumn moon

sister you know enough
but for now just let it go
don’t run don’t rush
just flow 

through the give and take you’ve had to learn
how to cross the coals and not get burned
but you’re really just a little girl
(playing in the park)
until the sun goes down

sometime you wanna rise
one did it’s our desire
no doubt you think you braided your own hair
so you all grown up

should you wanna cross the line
which way do you wanna fly?
pretend that love can help you find your way
but you’ve got me wrong
yeah you got me wrong