Mary On A Cross Ghost

We were speeding together

Down the dark avenues

But besides all the stardom

All we got was blues

But through all the sorrow

We were riding high

And the truth of the matter is

I never let you go, let you go

We were scanning the cities

Walking to greater dues

But besides all the glamour

All we got was bruised

But through all the sorrow

We were riding high

And the truth of the matter is

I had to let you go, let you go