Marys Market

          A                E
I want to win this city in June
          B                E
I want to walk down to the harbor
          A                E
I want to play guitar like you
           B            E
I want the sea to be my cellmate

           A                  E
I want the last dream to come true
           B               E
A dream in everyone’s back garden
         A               E
A tunnel to the heart of you
         B                  E
A summer Sunday chiming off bodies brown

        A              E
And the sleepy way you said my name
       B                  E
As you turned and read my fortune
        A                   E
And you picked up pieces of ancient texts
          B                  E
That were dripping with your legend

    A                E
You turned to me and said
                B                  E
You know you’re blowing all your chances
  A                  E
I asked if there was time
              B             E
You said that nothing was decided

    A                 E
You played me music I hadn’t heard
       B                E
From a long lost lady’s box set
    A                  E
You cooked me dinner I never ate
       B                E
And we washed up all my dishes

    A                   E
The sun was bloody, the sky was dark
        B                  E
And the bells they kept on ringing
    A                    E
The rats were happy, the mice were full
              B                        E
And there was something wrong with the plumbing

    A                     E
You showed me yesterday’s dress
            B                  E
The one you nicked from Mary’s Market
    A                  E
You tried to look like her
            B                    E
Because you thought that I would like it

  A                  E
I liked you better I like you loads
  B            E
I like you unaffected
          A                 E
Take your 80’s records your books by Joyce
        B                   E
And you pack 'em up for the summer

    A                E
The wind was pulling again
        B                 E
And the sun thought about setting
    A                             E
You made the shadow shapes on the wall
    B                E
You thought I wasn’t watching

    A                E
The wind was messing again
        B                 E
And the sun thought about leaving
             A                  E
You made the dirty shape on the wall
    B                E
You thought I wasn’t watching

       A                      E
It was liberating your puppet dance
         B               E
It was a one true moment lasting
    A                    E
You took the slipper you took the bed
           B                 E
You made a still life out of nothing

         A                E
I want a windless city in June
          B                E
I want to walk down to the shoreline
          A             E
I want to affinity in a girl?
         B
I want a song that kills me.