Sometimes I feel like I?
m ready for a crimeThe picture?
s getting clear, I?
m running out of timeWell I need your love, love, love, love, loveNeed your love, love, love, love, loveI?
m born to flySo won?
t you help me touch the skyAnnabel, AnnabelI?
ll meet you at the Wishing WellAnnabel, AnnabelSo many things I have to tellAnnabel, AnnabelI?
ll meet you at the Wishing WellAnnabel, AnnabelI hope you ring ab ellThrough the gates of heavenHand in hand we walkUsing bigger wordsWe dream of smaller talkI need your love, love, love, love, loveNeed your love, love, love, love, loveI?
m born to flySo won?
t you help me touch the skyAnnabel, AnnabelI?
ll meet you at the Wishing WellAnnabel, AnnabelSo many things I have to tellAnnabel, AnnabelI?
ll meet you at the Wishing WellAnnabel, AnnabelI hope you ring a bellI know the truth againI?
ve seen the light againAnnabel, AnnabelI?
ll meet you at the Wishing WellAnnabel, AnnabelSo many things I have to tellAnnabel, AnnabelI?
ll meet you at the Wishing WellAnnabel, AnnabelI hope you ring a bell
