ANNABELLE: Ghosts of dreams, ghosts of memory that will not leave or lay in quiet Ghosts that cry about the life you let go by
Ghosts of pasts of little girls who learned their math, grasped their facts Tried their best to reach success just as they were asked
The girl learns to hide, deep inside of fractions and facts and worlds of math A long lonely land she can understand Annabelle in Numberland
You could have been my angel been my angel. been my angel and been with me Could have been my angel been my angel, been my angel and rescued me
Ghosts of love you never knew, you just construed like well penned plays Ghosts of scenes, embraces, things you only knew in dreamt up days
Ghosts of frowns for little girls when friends came round to waste her time Ghosts of creeds, rebukes received Children are not what achievers need
Fractions and maths, sweet companions, equations and facts who always stand by as you go your road alone Annabelle in Numberland
You could have been my angel been my angel, been my angel and been with me You could have been my angel been my angel, been my angel and rescued me
Ghosts of me, ghosts of who i could be and been with you Ghosts of dreams, of who you thought you'd one day be when you grew up
Ghosts of breath, of little girls who promised, stressed they'd be their best Ghosts of days that fade away as failure holds your hand til Death
And deep in the place you escape where theorems and thoughts your hopes and plans all are derailed and then you failed them Annabelle in Numberland
Liquids and labs, fractions and facts, are all you had, all that you understand and as you age all that remains with Annabelle in Numberland
You could have been my angel Been my angel, been my angel and been with me You could have been my angel My angel, been my angel and rescued me My angel, my angel My angel and been with me My angel, my angel
(Annabelle takes an axe and destroys the doll.)Teksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
