Anabelle (feat. Kelly Mulhollan)

Black hair
and a needle in your lip
the woods behind your parents house
your favorite place to trip
long nights
a couple thousand cigarettes
you're good at finding company
but bad at making friends
oh kid

The midwest
and a city full of ghosts
where the sadness of the people
cuts you deeper than most
and how you deal
how you go seeking out a heartbeat
how you walk down every sidestreet
how you sing to yourself
oh hell

But try me Anabelle
try and shake this tree
you go raging through your younger years
but you come right here and find me
yes you do
and I am ready to receive
there is room for all your trouble
to untangle within me

This world
well don't it move at such a pace
don't you not know where to run to
don't you not know how to stay
or how to deal
and so you search this city over
try anything but staying sober
just to calm yourself down
calm down

But try me Anabelle
try and shake this tree
you go raging through your younger years
but you come right here and find me
yes you do
and I am ready to receive
there is room for all your trouble
to untangle within me

And on your old front stoop neath the silver light
with a wild hair and a look in your eyes
with your arm round somebody
some pills in your belly
a heart so tender in a world so heavy
with the scar on your chin and your front tooth lost
on house arrest in your hospital socks
oh the wolves may bay, the floods may come
you're can fight like hell
but just try to mess this up
try me, try me, come on

try me Anabelle
try and shake this tree
you go raging through your younger years
but you come right here and find me
yes you do
and I am vast as the sea
and there is room for all your trouble
to untangle within me