The Anchor
6pm. it's thursday eveningi spilled my mind in the darkthe sun goes downthe bus seat is warmingthe trees are deadand i am blind
up the north to the airportthe highway is busy and brightfor the moment i am wishingall the matters that i could sort
and i'm thinkingnow that i'm far awayi'm feeling more alonethan i ever had before
she's the ocean and i'm anchored innear the coast where i'm fallingshe's the ocean and i'm anchored in
i reached incheon at 8.30i cross over the empty streetand walk into the hotel lobbywith a suitcase of memorieswhy can't you seeit's not money i'm dying fornow she's feeling more reliefthan she ever had before
she's the ocean and i'm anchored innear the coast where i'm fallingshe's the ocean and i'm anchored in
as the moon went bythe sun is ready to shineit's time to coming back downand she'll be fineand i'll be finecause i was tired and drown
heading back to our apartmentand we are together for a momentand she is smilingand i am comfortingand now we know it.
6pm. it's thursday eveningi spilled my mind in the darkthe sun goes downthe bus seat is warmingthe trees are deadand i am blind
up the north to the airportthe highway is busy and brightfor the moment i am wishingall the matters that i could sort
and i'm thinkingnow that i'm far awayi'm feeling more alonethan i ever had before
she's the ocean and i'm anchored innear the coast where i'm fallingshe's the ocean and i'm anchored in
i reached incheon at 8.30i cross over the empty streetand walk into the hotel lobbywith a suitcase of memorieswhy can't you seeit's not money i'm dying fornow she's feeling more reliefthan she ever had before
she's the ocean and i'm anchored innear the coast where i'm fallingshe's the ocean and i'm anchored in
as the moon went bythe sun is ready to shineit's time to coming back downand she'll be fineand i'll be finecause i was tired and drown
heading back to our apartmentand we are together for a momentand she is smilingand i am comfortingand now we know it.
