Anna (single)

by Jewelia

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This is my new single, 'Anna'; and here is a video of us playing/recording it:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=HUdA24YfeFE

lyrics

Lyrics:

Uh, did we know that we were incomplete?

Sorry I keep forgetting that you and me, we're not the same
I've got a thousand reasons why, and half of them you share
Whenever I try to drag you with me in my own misery
Tell me, would you rather listen to the stormy sea?

Oh Anna, Anna
Are these fresh love marks on your skin?
Is this it? Is this it?
Or was it just a teenage dream?

Sun and rain, they're still the same
My baby, are you going to leave?
Tomorrow's still unwritten but I wish I could know everything
If I get distracted and sometimes forget, please don't hold a grudge

I can't go wrong with this one
There's no one here to judge

Oh Anna, Anna
Are these fresh love marks on your skin?
Is this it? Is this it?
Or was it just a teenage dream?
Oh Anna, Anna
It still feels like we're seventeen,
Is this it? Is this it?
Or was it just a teenage dream?

Tell me, would you rather listen to the howling wind?
Oh, he'll break you even if you love him more than anything..

Oh Anna,
It still feels like we're seventeen
Is this it? Is this it?
Or was it just a teenage dream

Did we know that we were incomplete?

credits


Recorded at the Institute of Sound Recording, University of Surrey.

Music and lyrics by Jewelia
Piano, Vocals, Synths - Jewelia (Iulia Tache)
Drums - Andy Denyer
Bass - Owen Ralph
Guitar - Glen Brown

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Jewelia Guildford, UK

www.jewelia-music.com
Singer/songwriter producing my own music, a mixture of art pop with alternative, chamber pop and electronica. I use music and poetry to create stories; they must be good, because I often end up believing them.

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