The Church — Anna Miranda

Anna Miranda, I've been waiting here On my verandah, southern hemisphere All of the slow storms which blow the dust across the sky Anna Miranda, I've been waiting here Wish I knew what you were looking for Anna Miranda, distance alters all our words Time meanders, discord and music of the birds All of the dark storms which drive the rain across my face Anna Miranda, I've been waiting here Wish I knew what you were looking for Anna Miranda, well, it's serious The salamanders are delirious All of the black storms which shake the fruit down from the trees Anna Miranda, yeah, it's serious Wish I knew what you were looking for Anna Miranda, I've been waiting here On my verandah, almost seven years All of the wild storms which cause the flowering buds to burst Anna Miranda, I've been waiting here Wish I knew what you were looking for Might have known what you would find