Anabelle, you come down now
I've been knitting all your mitts in red
And the fence posts speak of a million things
You could hear them if you'd crawl beneath

Isn't it like I said?
Timid robin rests
Who was whistlin' through these boughs?
Who is nested now?

Rain, you eat what's irking me
I am grateful to your valiancy
If the rooftop's soaked, child come back home
You souvenir, my blood and bone

I am a father to your tendencies
When you coil, retreat
I love you like a destined being
Some rosen dream

Ana, I am broke right through
Now what could I have done to you
That'd make you cry and run and hide
And hate me for an hour or two

I remember when you fell
And wouldn't let me help
I feel like you don't need my heart
I am empty arms


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Anabelle, Rooftop Renegade song meanings
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