Maria in the morning was a vision all in orange

And all the nasty boys would wipe their eyes with dirty minds

It'd been that way for years, a monster in the mirror

A beauty so composed the notes might cry

She cried and cried, now all the dirt's revived

So cry on the flowers when you cry



Maria in the window, an outline and a symbol

A pedestal so simple only dogs and children see

But solitude can keep a perfect girl asleep

Unattached and sadly gone to seed

She cried and cried, now all the dirt's revived

So cry on the flowers when you cry



Maria on the doorsteps, the last of many first steps

To face the open air again, to sigh upon the breeze

When her eyes broke through the clouds, a flood of rain poured out

A storm of bitter tears and sweet release

She cried and cried, now all the dirt's revived

So cry on the flowers when you cry



Maria in the garden, the hangman and the pardon

Forgiven and forgotten for a moment of a day

Cause yesterday has served the time that it deserved

While the rest of life just sighs and walks away

She cried and cried, now all the dirt's revived

So cry on the flowers when you cry



She cried til her face was shiny, cried til her dress was clean

She cried til the water rose above her knees

She cried til the garden drank, and cried til the soil sang

She cried until the flowers ate the weeds



Maria on the altar, a gift for all who offer

A penance and a pittance and a petal from their bed

Roses round her hips, and honeysuckle lips

And violets where the violence once was picked

She cried and cried, now all the dirt's revived

So cry on the flowers when you cry