Happiest Lion
Anabelle, Rooftop Renegade
Anabelle, you come down nowI've been knitting all your mitts in redAnd the fence posts speak of a million thingsYou could hear them if you'd crawl beneathIsn't it like I said?Timid robin restsWho was whistlin' through these boughs?Who is nested now?Rain, you eat what's irking meI am grateful to your valiancyIf the rooftop's soaked, child come back homeYou souvenir, my blood and boneI am a father to your tendenciesWhen you coil, retreatI love you like a destined beingSome rosen dreamAna, I am broke right throughNow what could I have done to youThat'd make you cry and run and hideAnd hate me for an hour or twoI remember when you fellAnd wouldn't let me helpI feel like you don't need my heartI am empty arms
From Letras Mania