Emily Picha Annadel Lyrics

Annadel Lyrics

Annadel laughs while she tells her stories

and the rain trickles on down
her cheeks

She says I've always been a creek kind of lady

just like
Bodega Bay adores the sea



and often they admire her curves

on
the hottest of holidays

and the drug induced city people

drag their
tired souls through the trees

and the view is high up and deep down

from this place of airy ground

I miss you more than I can say



You see you know the city

you hear its prayers 

and the
streetlights begging on their knees

saying we've got a sea full of
sailors

who are so lost they will never come clean



Crazy how
you do it

with one sweet breath of highlighter grass

and come
hither, see it as it is

your naughty little highway

that roaring
little mess

and hold my hand, like my father said

that one august
afternoon



when it took just one little match

she said it
hurts like hell, 

but it was only a scratch

and she only burned as
far as the barbed wire fence

i looked up into her cool blue reflection


and saw the airplane tracks



only you can quell the city

of its mindless chatter

and the hunger that comes nightly

cause
when the bars are all closed

and the last sailor has sailed home

only you can make it come clean