- 8p. It was the time, when nothing was right, Time, when nothing was wrong; When ballerinas fly in the wind - This time is now. And it's written in the dark ways. Written on the white halls, Written in the cracks of the sky, And it says... - 2p. It was awhile since the baby was born, Awhile, since the story was told, Awhile - and then it happens again; And it happens now; And I can see it in the dark ways, And I can see it on the flyovers, I can see it in the whites of your eyes; And it spells out: Annie Of The Nightingales. Annie Of The Nightingales. Annie Of The Nightingales. And she goes... She goes... - 2p. - 4p. It was awhile since the baby was born, Awhile, since the story was told, Awhile - and then it happens again; And it happens now; And It's read in the dark ways, And It's read on the flyovers, And It's read in the whites of the sky; And it spells out: Annie Of The Nightingales. Annie Of The Nightingales. Annie Of The Nightingales. And she goes... She goes... She goes... She goes...