Margery, we can't be free
She told me once that I was overworked and losing all I had
She was right and I was glad
Margery, she ate the sun
She spit it back up on the sidewalk where we run
How was I supposed to know that she was on an inner fall?
It'll never be the same without Margery in my days
Cynical in the space where I lay
And no one understands because we all live away
Typical to the way we fade, the way we fade into gray
Margery, we can't be free
She told me once that I was overqualified for my life
So I polished off the visit with the sky
In good time, Margery and I will praise our lives
Separated in a vision we derived