I found my clock, my memory, my grave.

Middle of the night.

When the world is asleep, the lights outside make her awake.

Inside her mind, she could not figure out if it's dream, it's memory or just a fantasy.

Quietly, breathing softly, and slowly, asphyxiated.

Whatever - who cares...?

Mary had a little clock that works in its own way, just another afternoon in May

Children playing birds were singing postmen said hello,

What if Mary wasn’t late that day 

Johnny was a lonely man who has not much to say

He’s now on the roof to say goodbye

He was so in love with Mary when she was engaged, 

Sadly he was not her fiance 

So God I ask why today, 

are they not dear enough to you? Did they not pray? 

Is that how you work your way? 

Now I’m so afraid 

To some it was one fine day, to them the very end of life well that’s their fate 

So that’s how people come and go 

What’s gonna happen no one knows 


Johnny took a breath and quietly he jumped off the roof 

What if Mary wasn’t late that day 

So God I ask why today, are they not dear enough to you? Did they not pray? 

Is that how you work your own way? 

Now I’m so afraid 

To some it was one fine day, to them the very end of life well that’s their fate 

So that’s how people come and go 

What’s gonna happen no one knows 

So God I ask why today, well she had everything she dreamt of yesterday 

But now the happiness subside 

Will she rest in peace in her own grave? 

Bout’ him I dare not say, he landed on her head and broke her neck they say. 

So that’s how tragic life can be 

Too bad that many still don’t see 

Mary had a little clock that works in its own way

Yet she never has another day

Lyrics: Ivana Wang