Mary and Jake holding hands by the lake
His lost soul broken her slender body aches
The weight of the world, turns there heart to stone
Two broken foreheads meet, their heads bowed to the ground
His hands pressed on her cheek, slowly down Jake's hand slides
Capture in his palms those dry tears Mary cried
So come on over Lucile, baby you can join us too
This right here is our therapy, we can make room for you
Over she slipped, the three huddled together out of sight
Jake guides his hand through Lucile's hair, Mary was smiling
Off they came, Mary slipped free from her clothes lay all to bare
Lucile guided her fingers over Mary's skin, like some long forgotten prayer
The moon was watching, dancing to every beat we made
In a world haunted by tragedy, look at the magic we created
The grass was wet, a firm imprint where Lucile lay
Like one of those white chalk lines of some lost soul, that will wash away with the rain
In the morning it was all done, together in some euphoria far, far away
Mary smiles and turns to them "let's do this again some day"
Jake pressed his head against Mary's ear, you'll never create this magic again
Stands in the conquered grasslands beneath the morning sun, buttons up his jeans and walks away