by Jess on October 20, 2012 · add comment

I picture your face at the back of my eyes
A fire in the attic, a proof of the prize
Anna Molly, Anna Molly, Anna Molly

I’m calling your name up into the air
Not one of the others could ever compare
Anna Molly, Anna Molly

Every year or so I re-enter into an Incubus obsession.  This is one of those times.  

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