Текст песни Lovers in Our Heads - Todd Agnew
Mary's
driving
home
again
She's
crying
again
Johnny
left
her
for
another
girl
She's
embarrassed
by
her
loneliness
And
haunted
by
her
shame
And
everyone's
reacting
just
the
same
As
she
feared
they
would
And
are
we
more
concerned
With
the
fruit
of
another
Never
noticing
our
own
barren
branches?
And
are
we
more
consumed
With
casting
stones
at
each
other
While
ignoring
the
lovers
in
our
beds
Our
own
beds
in
our
heads?
Mary's
driving
home
again,
turns
on
the
radio
'Cause
no
one's
writing
songs
about
divorce
She
could
use
a
verse
or
two
Anything
that
brings
just
a
few
moments
of
light
In
the
middle
of
this
darkness
And
are
we
more
concerned
With
the
fruit
of
another
Never
noticing
our
own
barren
branches?
And
are
we
more
consumed
With
casting
stones
at
each
other
While
ignoring
the
lovers
in
our
beds
In
our
beds?
God
hears
her
cries
As
her
tears
fall
rivaling
the
grains
of
sand
And
we
have
His
heart
What
is
keeping
us
from
being
His
hands,
His
hands?
Mary's
driving
home
again,
turns
off
the
radio
'Cause
no
one's
writing
songs
about
divorce
yet
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