Little Annie (lyrics Bex Mather and Kirk McElhinney)
She's torn over coals
Her body shows the blows
Her songs are where it's told
Heart full of darkness, she crafts it into gold
No nightingale...
She, she never fades
Like the stars in the sky
How she plays night by night
Lights blinding her eyes
With the sound of applause
Safe on the stage
Keeping the wolf from the door
Small thoughts, has she of sleep
Her mind will not rest
Carousels round the room
As though precious little else will keep her from the deep