Saint Marie - Piano Magic

Out of season, out of heart, I cross you off beneath the stars

Autumn leaves a nasty scar and with the leaves, the heart departs

You’re off the map, you’ve left the book

I’m off my head and treading luck

And it’s too late to call you up

The heart migrates, it comes unstuck

I light a candle for Saint Marie

In the hope she never brings you back to me

I light a candle for Saint Marie

In the hope she never brings you back to me