Anny

You tell me that I'm your anchor Your metre of platinum That I'm just a way you can measure The changes that happen Keep me inside of your cage While you go floating away You'll miss me some of these days Anny Write me a letter from London And we'll meet in Paris We'll be much fatter by then From keeping old habits Keep me inside of your cage While you go floating away You'll miss me some of these days Anny I will just go on existing From a distance Writing about all the ways I made no difference Keep me inside of your cage While you go floating away You'll miss me some of these days Anny