Undertow, you're thrown An old God has one bolt left In flight An aeroplane in slow motion While all around are dark days With all around unsure I'll hole up in the right place and wait Until the tide has turned...with anger...I'm dead weight...I'm anchored
The white dove has done The one world has come down hard So why not Share the pain of our ptoblems When all around are wrong ways When all around is hurt I'll roll up in an odd shape and wait Until the tide has turned...with anger...I'm dead weight...I'm anchored
Can somebody give me the 'all safe' Can somebody tell me I'm so well loved in the glow and stain In the slow parade, will somebody tell me I'm so well loved
...and the light that shines Our road has overstated nothing while all the wine and hope Are like a hill that you will climb slow for something you could Not ever have And when you said 'now the dream is dead, our autimns will never rise again' You were right again and it hurts Wild awesome friends They face a plain red sober wind and know the pain For what it is They're always the ones who slow the drift Who live for all that's more than this Who love for all that burns To choose their words...with anger...and dead weight...they're anchored
Went looking for something good with august In the rain and all I've ever saved I'm stuck at the fork that hids My road Why does the ground take hold once every mile from home?
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