Mary, I noticed you
In your chariot, heartless
Tearing to ribbons my view of 95
And weary, I know it's you
From the shape of your eyelids
And the rumors that swirl around your feet like mercury

Please, please throw your mercy at me
And all my earthly things
To your feet, I merely bring

After the argument
After speeding through sheets of ice
You stood callously crushing the lawn, sober and right
Would you have let me in then
If I wasn't so hellbent
If my temper was measured in your chrome-guarded bars

Please, from your station on the way down
Ease and throw your mercy at me
At me
At me
At me
At me

Mary, I might have been
If I settled on something
But with all of the warnings it took
And with all of my worthiness shook
And with all of my worthiness shook
You stood, unmoving
Please, please throw your mercy at me