text: It was the time, when nothing was right
  Time, when nothing was wrong
  When ballerinas fly in the wind —
  This time is now
  And its written in the dark ways
  Written on the white halls
  Written in the cracks of the sky
  And it says
  It was awhile since the baby was born
  Awhile, since the story was told
  Awhile — and then it happens again
  And it happens now
  And I can see it in the dark ways
  And I can see it on the flyovers
  I can see it in the whites of your eyes
  And it spells out
  Annie Of The Nightingales
  Annie Of The Nightingales
  Annie Of The Nightingales
  And she goes
  She goes
  She goes
  And she goes
  She goes
  She goes
  It was awhile since the baby was born
  Awhile, since the story was told
  Awhile — and then it happens again
  And it happens now
  And I can see it in the dark ways
  And I can see it on the flyovers
  I can see it in the whites of your eyes
  And it spells out
  Annie Of The Nightingales
  Annie Of The Nightingales
  Annie Of The Nightingales
  And she goes
  She goes
  She goes
  And she goes
  She goes
  She goes
  And she goes
  She goes
  She goes
  And she goes
  She goes
  She goes