The Broken Song of Maryjane

The Broken Song of Maryjane - Sheila and the Insects

Written by：Christian Darius O. Zafra

Arranger：Sheila and the Insects

In the house of envy

There is passion so pale

Like if you should leave me

I'll be absolutely frail

I could lose my shelter

Lose my human soul and all that I own

All because the grass has made its tune

The broken song of Maryjane

I turn away from the hollow wounds

That's faked within me

If you had a knife so blunt it can never cut your life

Same as with me

Life's been very cruel and heavenly wicked

I sense to find what it's like to be

The broken song of Maryjane

Whoever gave a name to my refuge

Like souls in the haze

Worse than heaven's blaze

I was so alone so alone

I feel so deprived with Maryjane

Maryjane

Maryjane

Maryjane

Maryjane

Maryjane

How I wish I'd see the sun and keep it coming

And she could love like burning hell

Flickering fingers all in a drift

A warm December lights a day

And make us feel the cold winds

In my shelter felt so holy yet I'm heavenly wicked

I'd rather not sing this song

The broken song of Maryjane

The broken song of Maryjane

The broken song of Maryjane