• Mary Irish lays me down.
    She lays me down.
    She sighes as she asks permission,
    eases conscience with reason.
    She breathes my name aloud.
    And I'm even more lost, even more terrified, and then I am found.

    Betrayed by my heartbeat, stronger each second,

    Chorus
    May says to me,
    "Your body knows you love me.
    Your heart is just confused right now."
    I feel so alive, like I could open my arms and soar...
    but I'm still afraid
    and I tell her no.

    Mary's in church every Sunday.
    I sit beside her and watch her pray,
    But I know she can't believe.
    She says the only thing that's real, is that moment in between.
    When she's lying next to me.

    Betrayed by my heartbeat, stronger each second,

    Chorus
    May says to me,
    "Your body knows you love me.
    Your heart is just confused right now."
    I feel so alive, like I could open my arms and soar...
    but I'm still afraid
    and I tell her no.

    Mary dances like a gypsy.
    Sittin' at the bar they watch sway.
    I drink my beer alone
    She said if you can't deal, with how you feel
    You will always be a child."
    I
    'm silent in her wake but I scream come back to me.

    I cry to myself.
    "You body knows you love her,
    and now its over, you not confused anymore."
    I loved her but I couldn't tell her and in the end that broke her
    and she, she told me no