Текст песни Mercury - Live - Counting Crows

She is trapped inside a month of grey,
And they take a little every day,
She is a victim of her own responses,
Shackled to a heart that wants to settle,
And then runs away,
It's a sin to be, fading endlessly,
Yeah, but she's alright with me.

She is leaving on a walkaway,
She is leaving me in disarray,
In the absence of a place to be,
She stands there looking back at me,
Hesitates and then turns away,
She'll change so suddenly,
She's just like mercury,
Yeah, but she's alright with me.

Keep some sorrow in your hearts and minds,
For the things that die before their time,
For the restlessly abandoned homes,
The tired and weary rambler's bones,
And stay beside me where I lie,
She's entwined in me, crazy as can be,
Yeah, but she's alright with me,
She's alright, she's alright with me,
She's alright with me,
She's alright with me,
She's alright with me.