Some get snow blind
With the daylight
But then with the night
For once see clearly
Through fox's eyes I've been watching you
How do you free your mind So that you're not confined
By our concept Of what we call time
Follow me,
call me, Annabelle
Some get snow blind
With the daylight But then with the night
For once see clearly
I will follow you,
Annabelle
Just imagine him
There upon that hill
Over three thousand years
From now
till then
A key
fragment of you and him
One I
must now bring back I'm wondering
Were you giants or friends Even the more,
again?
Lovers or enemies One or all of these?