In a fit of vanity...

Song: Hannah
Artist: Ray LaMontagne
Icky fanvid which nonetheless has audio: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=KMaWkAmhp3Q

I lost all of my vanity when I peered into the pool
I lost all of my innocence when I fell in love with you
I never knew a man could fall so far until I landed here
Where all of my wounds they turned into gold when I kissed your hair

Now come to me Hannah
Hannah won't you come home to me
And I'll lay down this bottle of wine
If you'll just be kind to me

Ask her why she cries so loud, she will not say a word
Eyes like ice and hands that shake; she takes what she deserves
To celebrate her emptiness in a cold and lonely room
Sweep the floors with your long flowered dress if you cannot find a broom

Now come to me Hannah
Hannah won't you come home to me
And I'll lay down this bottle of wine
If you'll just be kind to me

She's got hair that flows right down, right down to the backs of her knees
Her Papa, he was a preaching man, and the Lord is hard to please
So she comes down from the Ozark hills to these very streets to roam
With a banjo and a Bible and a fine tooth comb

Now come to me Hannah
Hannah won't you come home to me
And I'll lay down this bottle of wine if you just be kind to me
I'd walk one mile on this broken glass to fall down at your feet
Oh Hannah you're the queen of the street

I climb the tree with my Hannahlee
My intentions they were pure
Oh the breeze did whip and I lost my grip
And I tumbled towards the earth
Well you never would guess who it was that stood below
And His name I would never tell
But His eyes were clear, His arms were strong, and He caught me as I fell

Now come to me Hannah
Hannah won't you come on to me
I'll lay down this bottle of wine if you'd just be kind to me
Now I'd walk one mile on just broken glass to fall down at your feet

Hannah you're the queen of the street
Hannah you're the queen of the street