Red heels and bright blue eyes Fire bombs and mortar shells Deep kisses through the night Fall like a slice of snow And I know what the darkness knows Annie don't cry it's a delicate thing that we made Sparrow don't cry it's a delicate thing that we made
Blind time, weighed out in time Smite our own private sea
Pick up my skin from the shelf by the bed I can slip into my old ways, slip down the stairs Let me make you sweet tea Let me make you hot toast Let me kiss you all over my only, my host
And in time, time, somewhere in time Time, sweet, terrible, sweet
Annie don't cry it's a delicate thing that we made