Sometimes I feel like I'm ready for a crime the picture's getting clear I'm running out of time Well I need Your love I'm born to fly so won't You help me touch the sky
Annabel, Annabel I'll meet You at the Wishing Well Annabel, Annabel So many things I have to tell Annabel, Annabel I'll meet You at the Wishing Well I hope You ring a bell
Through the Gates of Heaven hand in hand we walk Using bigger words we dream of smaller talk I need Your love I'm born to fly so won't You help me touch the sky