| I have so many anchors
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| So many, so many
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| So many anchors
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| Far too many to be sailing on these seas
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| They’re pulling me under
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| And I just want to be freed
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| But I’m just drowning and clasping
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| To the tinder and twine
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| Not the firm planks and rope
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| That I know to be mine
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| That I know to be mine
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| I have so many anchors
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| Bound to my feet
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| It feels like I’ll forever be bound
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| To the bottom of these seas
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| Will you hear nothing I say
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| As the tide just sweeps and sways
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| As the anchors that bind me
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| Just rust and decay
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| As I tear my flesh from bone
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| As I scream out to the sky
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| When will I find my way home?
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| There are sirens watching me
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| And they whisper and smile to me
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| And I’m screaming out to them
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| Please take these anchors from my feet
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| OH
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| I see the moon up above
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| I’ve failed my hope
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| I’ve thrown out my love
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| I still want to live
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| I still want to hope
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| I still want to give
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| I still want to grow
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| I was dead and gone
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| I was cold and alone
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| I was weighed down and buried
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| When will I find my way home?
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| Will you hear nothing I say
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| As the tide just sweeps and sways
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| As the anchors that bind me
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| Just rust and decay
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| As I tear my flesh from bone
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| As I scream out to the sky
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| When will I find my way home?
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| Let’s get it
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| When will I find my way home?
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| Will you hear nothing I say
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| As the tide just sweeps and sways
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| As the anchors that bind me
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| Just rust and decay
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| As I tear my flesh from bone
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| As I scream out to the sky
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| When will I find my way home?
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| As I tear my flesh from bone
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| As I scream out toward the sky
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| When will I find my way home? |