Mary says it’s okay
She can see the future
Everything turns around

Terrors may [bad word] But they are only games
Everything turns around

Sirens may be sounding
Roads are closing down
But I am a [bad word] believer

So grab your pills and pillows
Take what you’ll remember
Everything turns around

Mary, you are doing [bad word] Don’t you think we know?
You always seemed a little too happy, Mary.