[00:00.000] 作词 : Kristian Bell
[00:01.000] 作曲 : The Wytches
[00:05.87]In her sunshine blouse
[00:10.81]She prefers to keep the desperate men out
[00:16.42]If I stay far away and then she'll feel okay
[00:21.33]'Cause the smile on her face is poison
[00:30.35]In her rotary chair
[00:35.15]She's spinning too fast and it spits out her hair
[00:40.60]And she's well-known for a tendency’s grown
[00:45.89]As the number on the scales shiver
[00:54.32]And we fight like the crows
[00:57.46]Shoulders, elbows
[00:59.99]All covered in blood from the phone girl's last purge
[01:05.48]Between selling me
[01:07.98]Your lover passing
[01:10.40]Well I fell with no pain
[01:13.23]But it hurts just the same
[01:16.76]Annabelle’s in the rain
[01:21.84]Reading those dreams for the number or names
[01:26.93]Well she comes across like an animal lost
[01:32.43]But her cage is the cleanest around
[01:40.54]And her parents hold her down in the night
[01:45.89]Before closing her eyes she said, “Everything’s fine”
[01:51.56]When she next arrives with a conscience divine
[01:56.64]And a smile on her face, artificial
[02:02.01]Yes the smile on your face, artificial
[02:10.27]Well I search through her paths,
[02:12.65]Running family since birth,
[02:15.31]And I feel like a one,
[02:18.02]Bury body in dirt.
[02:20.58]On my birthday I scream,
[02:23.37]Every day’s a bad dream,
[02:26.00]Or a story to sell,
[02:29.00]Stop reading me… Annabelle.