Lyrics Annick - Mark Knopfler

Annick

It wasn’t just the wine
Some other kind of magic
Was sending shivers up my spine
Then I was falling
And I fell for you, and how
Darling, are we in trouble now
They say we’re grown up But we’ve been searching all this time
I wouldn’t own up Never would admit to flying blind
But in the Darkness
We found each other anyhow
Darling, are we in trouble now
When we’d talk it over
Love was a cry from a distant shore
Then we found each other