| ANNE ARBOUR |
| Sooner or later these words to paper pour compose apologies, to bring you back to me What words were written for One girl who's pages tore. I'll bet you never knew, with a letter came a fool for you. She say's she'd work it out, This rooms not big enough for two. He swears she'd work is words out, If she ever knew. How do I find her, bearing my heart in hand. Last winter Anne Arbour was all I had I still wear your heart around my throat I still wear your heart around my throat With barely air not to choke. Never not ever again I finally replace every promise you've taken away Now that its over im older and colder this way. I finally replace every promise you've taken away How do I find her? bearing my heart in hand Last winter Anne Arbour was all I had |