Roger Street Friedman - cnnabelle

The cash sits in a box on the bed stand
night falls like the point of a dart
Papa's fallen angel's on the lamb
she can't remember where it started

every day's a race till it's over
home is just a map that's torn apart
the compass in her heart brings her no closer
it's a course she can't chart

cnnabelle
cnnabelle
eyes as deep as the pool
of the wishing well

the house sits on the bank of the river
just north of the bridge her mind runs down
she wonders if God can forgive her
should be the other way around

cnnabelle
cnnabelle
eyes as deep as the pool
of the wishing well

she sits staring out of the darkened window
over stolen dreams and broken glass
her deep brown eyes hide new dreams
some she'll keep
some she'll cast

cnnabelle
cnnabelle
cnnabelle
eyes as deep as the pool
eyes as deep as the pool
of the wishing well

Written by:
LARRY CAMPBELL, ROGER FRIEDMAN

Publisher:
Lyrics © Songtrust Ave

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