Mara By Jack Garratt
I came to be here in the garden
I came to walk alone
To hear the quiet conversation
Between my footsteps and the stone
I came to find some self-acceptance
I came searching for my truth
But something’s telling me to go where
It’s far too dark to look
Oh, I can see you Mara
I see you standing there
You’re with me in the dark
I hear you questions in the air
Oh, Mara, why do you stand there?
You have come here in the silence, uh
In the breath between the ring
The storm distorts the garden’s beauty
And leaves me wondering again
Distracting you is not the answer
If the question you relay
Is not how to design something
But why build it anyway?
Oh, I can see you Mara
I see you standing there
You’re with me in the dark
Your questions working through air
Oh, Mara, why do you stand there?
Oh, Mara, why do you stand there?
Have you come here weak and hungry
To feed upon the scraps?
Do you sit patient in the bushes
Waiting to attack?
But I won’t stop my feet in anger, no
Or beat upon my chest
Instead I ask that you allow me
To talk with you instead
Oh, I can see you Mara
I see you standing there
You’re with me in the dark
Your questions working through air
Oh, Mara, why do you stand there?
Oh, Mara, why do you stand there?
Oh, Mara, why do you stand there?
Oh, Mara, why do you stand there?
Oh, Mara, why do you stand there?
Oh, Mara, why do you stand there?
Oh, Mara, why do you stand there?
Oh, Mara, why do you stand there?
Oh, Mara, why do you stand there?