歌詞: Ray LaMontagne. Trouble. Hannah.

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 fall so far
Until' I landed here
Where all of my wounds that turn into gold
When I kissed your hair

Come to me Hannah
Hannah won't you to come on 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 floor with your long flowered dress
If you cannot find a broom

Come to me Hannah
Hannah won't you come on to me?
That 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 preachin' 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

Come to me Hannah
Hannah won't you come on to me?
That I'll lay down this bottle of wine
If you'll 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 Hannah Lee
My intentions they were pure
Oh the breeze did whip and I lost my grip
I tumbled towards the earth

Where you never would guess who it was that stood below
His name I would never tell
But his eyes were clear and his arms were strong
And caught me as I fell

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

I'd walk one mile on just broken glass
To fall down at your feet
Hannah you're the queen of the street
The queen of the street