A song addressed to any hotel bedside table containing a Gideon's Bible.
lyrics
What if I was only made to see
what you're built to hold for me?
What if I could only understand
if I offered you my empty hands?
Now, Mary, your sons were broken
but what else could they be
The right kind in the wrong time
in a twenty-odd century
What if I could only free my mind
if I let myself go truly blind?
What if I could only fake the song
that made me seem more right than wrong?
Oh, Mary, my life was broken
but what else could they be
I'm the right kind in the wrong time
in a twenty-odd century
Now I'm steeped in such confusion
and I see it only for you
What if I could break the one machine
that ties my heart to both our dreams?
What if I could not get past the thought
that takes these wings to all I'm not?
Oh, Mary, your sons were broken
but what else could they be
The right kind in the wrong time
in a twenty-odd century
Australian singer-songwriter explores self-examination, loneliness, and post-pandemic malaise through delicate, empathetic folk pop. Bandcamp New & Notable May 5, 2024