Anna Molly

A cloud hangs over this city by the sea. I watch the ships pass wonder if she might beout there sober as well from loneliness. Please do persist, girl its time we met made a mess. I picture your face at the back of my eyes. A fire in the attic, a proof of the prize AnnaMolly, AnnaMolly, AnnaMolly. A cloud hangs over mutes my happiness. A thousand ships couldnt sail me back from distress. Wish you were here Im a wounded satellite. I need you now, put me back together, make me right. I pictur