Texty: Incubus. Anna-Molly.

A cloud hangs over this city by the sea.
I watch the ships pass & wonder if she might beout there & sober as well from loneliness.
Please do persist, girl it?s time we met & made a mess.

I picture your face at the back of my eyes.
A fire in the attic, a proof of the prize!
Anna-Molly, Anna-Molly, Anna-Molly.
A cloud hangs over & mutes my happiness.
A thousand ships couldn?t sail me back from distress.

Wish you were here I?m a wounded satellite.
I need you now, put me back together, make me right.
I picture your face at the back of my eyes.
A fire in the attic, a proof of the prize!
Anna-Molly, Anna-Molly, Anna-Molly.

I?m calling your name up into the air.
Not one of the others could ever compare!
Anna-Molly, Anna-Molly!

Wait? there is a light? there is a fire
De-fragmenting the attic.
Fate? Or something better? I could care less,
just stay with me a while.
Wait? there is a light? there is a fire
illuminated attic.
Fate? Or something better? I could care less,
just stay with me a while.
I picture your face at the back of my eyes.
A fire in the attic, a proof of the prize!
Anna-Molly, Anna-Molly, Anna-Molly.

I?m calling your name up into the air.
Not one of the others could ever compare!
Anna-Molly, Anna-Molly!

(Grazie a Virginia per questo testo)