Hail Mary

And we ride on the aftermath

As a subtle way of looking past, we neglect our instincts

And we live by the light of day

To alleviate my own dismay I detain the process



And everybody sounds their best

It's the highbrow stream of consciousness

In a looming prime

Depending on the absence or the distance all the time



Love like intuitive alarm

A Hail Mary or a good luck charm dangled to clasp our interest

And our faith lies in the deprived unknown

You know that no one wants to be alone, die young or impure



And everybody sounds their best

It's the highbrow stream of consciousness

In a looming prime

Depending on the absence or the distance

And it's a sad decline

Introverted romance in our troubled minds

A trying pine

Depending on good fortune or coincidence all the time