Silent little words catch fires in forests of evergreen
And the daisies you left for me, they wilt
Who’s to say that she still lives in August
That month is fairly long, I think she moved on to September

It’s been a while since nightmares roam the streets of old Ohio
But I think that you and I both know that

The ghost of Mary lies
In books I’ve never picked up from the shelf down in the basement
The ghost of August nights
Lie deep within your tangled whisky lies

Mary liked to keep her door wide open for the birds and bees
But baby, you went in willingly
Who’s to say that you have ever loved me
I only see the flaws in every word you didn’t mean

It’s been a while since nightmares made me scream into the ocean
But I think that you and I both know that

The ghost of Mary lies in books
I’ve never picked up from the shelf down in the basement
The ghost of August nights
Lie deep within your tangled whisky lies
On the other side the grass is darker
It does get much water besides the tears from my own eyes
Mary if you ever hear my warning, he isn’t all that good
The boy who only loves in August

The ghost of Mary lies in books
I’ve never picked up from the shelf down in the basement
The ghost of August nights
Lie deep within your tangled whisky
Oh, I hate your tangled whisky lies