Annalise

Wringing my hands
From the ghost of the river
She haunts in the bright
Of the moon
Singing out hymns that she Learned from the Bible
I guess I was something to lose

I dreamed that your momma was Holding me crying
"Feels like I'm losing a son"
Dreamed you were up on the edge of the counter
Planning the route you would run

Annalise
Annalise
What have you done?

Spending my time near the breast of the city
Watching the Tennessee run
Every time that I'd come on a question
I wonder what you would have done?

I think on the times when we slept Till the Evening and I breathed From the breath of your lungs
I think on the times that we bent Over laughing
Pouring out bottles of rum

Annalise
Annalise
What have you done?

Annalise
Annalise
What have you done?