Letras:
Anchor Arms

A whiskey, a line, again and again. We're at our worst (no worse for war lately.) Well, it was me against the world til you came crawling back. A reason

At the risk of sounding like I'm still (hot blooded), (I) thought I'd left you far behind, where out of sight meant out of mind. There are things here

I left you where I left you with A bottle in your hands Cuz I was short on drugs, But not on good graces. And it burns like a flame To see you starve

In an instant you're a project. On an asphalt bed you died. I wanna see you with my own eyes. Just to show you I'm alright. I wasn't wrong. Let the bones

There's on thing I still believe in, so bottoms up to a good dead me again. Focused in on concentrating on pulling up to a bottle of a friend. We all

sea of taboo dreams And the seconds pass by a little faster every day Earth, Well anchored to the ground of your charms I left the stars to guide my arms

good to hold no seance What's gone is gone, and you can't bring it back around Won't do no good to hold no searchlight You can't illuminate what time has anchored

: My lover's arms Well they beg me to stay I know the stars They will sweep me away My daughter's eyes They are two tiny seas Whose water will rise And

it run our lives. One day, i'll cough all this shit out of my lungs from second hand smoking at all night restaurants and they'll be up in arms over