The Sculptor

Think I'll call in sick today
Withdraw beside the phone
Though I know it never rings
Unless it's important
Like people scamming me
Or taking surveys
Pull your picture off the wall
And imagine that you'd called
Think of things that I would say
I'm sure I'm dreaming anyway

Annabelle, I'm sorry you're fading away
Your face it disappears from in the clay
The candle of your story shines along the way
The future's getting brighter everyday

And the sky is getting clear
And the coffee's getting cold
And I wish that you were here
Beside me getting old
And the forecast calls for rain
But I don't believe a word, I'm not easily convinced
And I hope you're not in pain
And I hope you haven't heard

That Annabelle, I'm sorry you're fading away
Your face it disappears from in the clay
The candle of your story shines along the way
The future's getting brighter everyday

Yeah
By jumping
Fences
Sheep will
Teach me to be
A little more calm

Annabelle, I'm sorry you're fading away
Your face it disappears from in the clay
The candle of your story shines along the way
The future's getting brighter everyday



Credits
Writer(s): Luke Chambers
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