The cash sits in a box on the bed stand
Night falls like the point of a dart
Papa's fallen angel's on the lamb
She can't remember where it started
Every day's a race till it's over
Home is just a map that's torn apart
The compass in her heart brings her no closer
It's a course she can't chart
Cnnabelle
Cnnabelle
Eyes as deep as the pool
Of the wishing well
The house sits on the bank of the river
Just north of the bridge her mind runs down
She wonders if God can forgive her
Should be the other way around
Cnnabelle
Cnnabelle
Eyes as deep as the pool
Of the wishing well
She sits staring out of the darkened window
Over stolen dreams and broken glass
Her deep brown eyes hide new dreams
Some she'll keep
Some she'll cast
Cnnabelle
Cnnabelle
Cnnabelle
Eyes as deep as the pool
Eyes as deep as the pool
Of the wishing well
Roger Street Friedman - cnnabelle Lyrics
Roger Street Friedman - cnnabelle Lyrics
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The cash sits in a box on the bed stand
Night falls like the point of a dart
Papa's fallen angel's on the lamb
She can't remember where it started
Every day's a race till it's over
Home is just a map that's torn apart
The compass in her heart brings her no closer
It's a course she can't chart
Cnnabelle
Cnnabelle
Eyes as deep as the pool
Of the wishing well
The house sits on the bank of the river
Just north of the bridge her mind runs down
She wonders if God can forgive her
Should be the other way around
Cnnabelle
Cnnabelle
Eyes as deep as the pool
Of the wishing well
She sits staring out of the darkened window
Over stolen dreams and broken glass
Her deep brown eyes hide new dreams
Some she'll keep
Some she'll cast
Cnnabelle
Cnnabelle
Cnnabelle
Eyes as deep as the pool
Eyes as deep as the pool
Of the wishing well
Night falls like the point of a dart
Papa's fallen angel's on the lamb
She can't remember where it started
Every day's a race till it's over
Home is just a map that's torn apart
The compass in her heart brings her no closer
It's a course she can't chart
Cnnabelle
Cnnabelle
Eyes as deep as the pool
Of the wishing well
The house sits on the bank of the river
Just north of the bridge her mind runs down
She wonders if God can forgive her
Should be the other way around
Cnnabelle
Cnnabelle
Eyes as deep as the pool
Of the wishing well
She sits staring out of the darkened window
Over stolen dreams and broken glass
Her deep brown eyes hide new dreams
Some she'll keep
Some she'll cast
Cnnabelle
Cnnabelle
Cnnabelle
Eyes as deep as the pool
Eyes as deep as the pool
Of the wishing well
Writer: LARRY CAMPBELL, ROGER FRIEDMAN
Copyright: Lyrics © Songtrust Ave
Copyright: Lyrics © Songtrust Ave
