Verse: ield of corn really need to grow Verse: I found something dying; it was my light It had resigned itself to night So I threw it out a fishing line And said "Catch your will and then catch mine" Chorus: Annie, let's not wait Let's cross the river now We could sit for years Staring at our fears Oh, they're such pretty things, they're so cute But in the end they're just a suit Chorus: Oh, Annie, let's not wait Time's not on our side Well, it never was You know that, deep insid (guitartabs.cc)
