Mary, Mary never died like we thought she would
She did like the summertime too much and knew she could
Love again, love again, love again, love again

In the shopkeeper's parade
Who would've thought that she would make
Arrangements of her memories for all the world to see?
Love again, there is a fire
Love again, there is a fire
Love again, there is a fire on your chest and minds and wiry arms

Mary, Mary, remember when yellow lights and amber
Clouded over greedy skies? Amber after amber
The months did drag, yes they did
Love again, there is a fire
Love again, there is a fire
Love again, there is a fire on your chest and minds and wiry arms