Paroles de Annabelle

Annabelle is chasing gravel angels Mama's counting the lines on her face In her sleep she has seen herds of black sheep They are circling the compounds of disgrace And boys grow out of the rust Spin their wheels and turn to dust On Black Bird Lane, I can hear my mama singing, "Hallelujah, hallelujah, hallelujah" Mama she is strong and there's power in her bones Papa don't talk, he stopped long ago Annabelle is dreaming, she is chasing down the street Tiny gravel angels, flying at her feet And boys grow out of the rust Spin their wheels and turn to dust On Black Bird Lane, I can hear my mama singing, "Hallelujah, hallelujah, hallelujah, Hallelujah, hallelujah, hallelujah" Annabelle is making dirty coffee Been living all these years on Black Bird Lane In her sleep she has seen herds of black sheep Circling the compounds of disgrace Boys grow out of the rust Spin their wheels and turn to dust On Black Bird Lane, I can hear my mama singing, "Hallelujah, hallelujah, hallelujah"