Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song You Be The Anchor That Keeps My Feet On The Ground, I'll Be The Wings That Keep Your Heart In The Clouds, artist - Mayday Parade. Album song A Lesson In Romantics, in the genre Альтернатива
Date of issue: 16.03.2017
Record label: Concord, Fearless
Song language: English
You Be The Anchor That Keeps My Feet On The Ground, I'll Be The Wings That Keep Your Heart In The Clouds |
And honestly, I have been begging for answers |
That you and only you can give to me |
A voice crying loud |
I’ve been crying for days now |
And as I start to run, I stop to breathe |
(And I was nearly scared to death) |
And I was nearly scared to death |
(Why you left in paragraphs) |
Why you left in paragraphs |
(The words were nearly over us) |
The words were nearly over us |
You stop and turn and grab your bags |
And I’ll be here by the ocean |
Just waiting for proof that there’s sunsets and silhouette dreams |
All my sand castles fall like the ashes of cigarettes |
And every waves drags me to sea |
I could stand here for hours |
Just to ask God the question, «Is everyone here make-believe?» |
With a tear in His voice, He said, «Son, that’s the question.» |
Does this deafening silence mean nothing to no one but me? |
As hours move to minutes |
And minutes take longer to break |
I will be desperately awaiting |
But my tongue won’t fall apart |
And we’ve been sitting here for hours |
All alone and in the dark |
So let me think of to word it |
Is it too soon to say 'perfect'? |
If I could find another thirty minutes somewhere |
I’m sure everything would find me |
All that’s left is just to sing |
And I’ll be here by the ocean |
Just waiting for proof that there’s sunsets and silhouette dreams |
All my sand castles fall like the ashes of cigarettes |
And every waves drags me to sea |
I could stand here for hours |
Just to ask God the question, «Is everyone here make-believe?» |
With a tear in His voice, He said, «Son, that’s the question.» |
Does this deafening silence mean nothing to no one but me? |
I may never sail Virginia again |
And as this current moves slow for me |
This much you must know of me again |
And I’ll have you know I’m scared to death |
Tell me once again |
That you’ll love me to the death |
And should I die, you swear that you will come for me |
As I fade away, you reach out your hand |
(And please don’t let me go) |
And please don’t let me go |
(And please don’t let me go) |
And please don’t let me go |
And I’ll be here by the ocean |
Just waiting for proof that there’s sunsets and silhouette dreams |
All my sand castles fall like the ashes of cigarettes |
And every waves drags me to sea |
I could stand here for hours |
Just to ask God the question, «Is everyone here make-believe?» |
With a tear in His voice, He said, «Son, that’s the question.» |
Does this deafening silence mean nothing to no one but me? |