Annaline Letra

And I'll never get out
Well, it's sucking us in
My impossible friend
How is it true
That we even exist?

Well, I'll follow you down
With our limbs interlocked
Oh, the Buddha was right
And St. John of the Cross
A word is a thought
And a thought is a box

Let's burn in a fire
Let's clean what is true
Let me sink in your bed
Folded in you

Pulling us down
With hands made of light
Pushing us through
A window in time
Slipping into
A spiralling line
Undoing the knot
Releasing the binds

Annaline, Annaline
Annaline, Annaline
Annaline