VAMPIRE WEEKEND – MARY BOONE LYRİCS

 

VAMPIRE WEEKEND – MARY BOONE LYRİCS

Painted white, new in town

You weren't hiring, but I was looking

In those days, my working days

Came in from Jersey, not from

Brooklyn

Oh, my love, was it all in vain?

We always wanted money, now the

money's not the same

In a quiet moment at the theater, I

could hear the train

Deep inside the city, your memory

remains

Mary Boone, Mary Boone

I'm on the dark side of your room

Mary Boone, Mary Boone

Wel, I hope you feel like loving

someone soon

Crooked crime, petty cop

Not on the street yet, but it was

cooking

In those days, the burning days

The one from Queens, not from

Brooklyn

Oh, my love, was it all in vain?

We always wanted money, now the

money's not the same

In a quiet moment at the theater, I

could feel your pain

Deep inside the city, your memory

remains

Mary Boone, Mary Boone

I'm on the dark side of your room

Mary Boone, Mary Boone

Well, I hope you feel like loving

Someone soon

Book of hours

Russian icons, and

Sand mandalas, and

Natarajas, and

Hex sign barns

Ando churches, and

Whirling dervishes

Long exposures, and

These two tunnels go west and east

Let me bring you my masterpiece

You're the author of everything

Use this voice and let it sing

Mary Boone, Mary Boone

I'm on the dark side of your room

Mary Boone, Mary Boone

Well, I hope you feel like loving

Someone soon