The old trunk in the attic, Where grandmothers broken heart was tossed In a box with a ballet shoe And dead soldiers cross...
The old trunk in the attic With the candlesticks your great uncle saved From the girl in the market, Whose mother he once paid to go away...
The old trunk in the attic With a dress for a child but hardly worn, Stained in the memory and tears For a name you’ll never learn...
The old trunk in the attic, Where your grandfathers glass eye lays to rest, Your sweet aunts nostalgia... And Annabella's formula for raising up the dead, Annabella’s formula for raising up the dead, Clever mother Annabella with her clever head, oh, Annabellas formula for raising up the dead!Teksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
