Mary - Agnes Obel

Heaven hid her face as we fell down

Age old habits echoed in the ground

One would sing and one would hold me down

They might listen if I make no sound

Oh I know this

From my high school heart

That nothing is over

From a touch it will begin

Wide on the sky

In my house the silence rings so loud

Under doorways, through the hallway down

Waiting for the secret to grow out

All we do when no one is around

Oh I know this

From my high school heart

That nothing is over

From a touch it will begin

Wide on the sky

In the dark I hear you sing

Fingers move and chords they ring

Be the witness of my shame

Swaying in the summer rain

Feathers falling from your wing

In the dark I hear you sing

Fingers move and chords they ring

Be the witness of my shame

Swaying in the summer rain

Feathers falling from your wing

In the dark I hear you sing