Anabelle (Love Soft)
Anabelle, baby’s room
Find the light, turn it off
I am old
Settle me down
In a tiny house
You'll find me in cracks of sidewalks we built
I find solace in the states we’ve both lightly brushed
Anabelle, chiming words to
The songs we once sang
I am old
Teach me how to love soft
Your thumbs inspire me
