I nearly died I suicided softly
I saw her shadow through the cafe window
I watched you lean across the table
I watched you whisper in her ear

And she is your holy Mary
And I am so ordinary
And you can use me if you want to
I know you need me just like an old soft shoe

She looks like me but a bit prettier
She’s a skater and a ballet dancer
I saw her on your motorcycle
In the seat I thought was meant for me

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And when your mother came to Boston you disappeared
And then I saw you three together
I guess she makes the best impression
With her charming femininity…

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Oh but I am the one you will call when alone
And I am the one who will give when she’s gone
And so I give
So I give

I tell myself that love is truly giving
Somehow I justify this
Hoping you will understand me
Hoping you will love me back

And she is your holy Mary
And I am so ordinary
And she is your Queen Cleopatra
And I’m just your morning after
And she is your Star Spangled Banner
And I am just Frere Jaque
And you can lose me if you want to

And I am so ordinary

Here I am, a black-eyed bird, remaining silent.
I simply watch, your little life from high above.
Wanting to call you, wanting to sing,
Inside your ears and lips and eyes and soul,
I dig my grave, behind the gates of Babylon.

There’s a Garden of Eden
In your distant heart,
Garden of Eden
In your earthly arms.

Here I stand, a serpent queen of the garden.
I’m beckoning, but you ignore my siren song.
Oh I long, to touch you, to step inside your sacred gate.
I’ll dig my grave in the middle of golden bible snake.

There’s a Garden of Eden
In your distant heart,
Garden of Eden
In your earthly arms.

The black-eyed bird is dying,
The queen is dead,
She’ll never step foot in Eden.

There’s a Garden of Eden
In your distant heart,
Garden of Eden
In your earthly arms.