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Anchors Lyrics


I have so many anchors
So many, so many
So many anchors
Far too many to be sailing on these seas
They're pulling me under
And I just want to be freed
But I'm just drowning and clasping
To the tinder and twine
Not the firm planks and rope
That I know to be mine
That I know to be mine
I have so many anchors
Bound to my feet
It feels like I'll forever be bound
To the bottom of these seas
Will you hear nothing I say
As the tide just sweeps and sways
As the anchors that bind me

Just rust and decay
As I tear my flesh from bone
As I scream out to the sky
When will I find my way home?
There are sirens watching me
And they whisper and smile to me
And I'm screaming out to them
Please take these anchors from my feet
OH
I see the moon up above
I've failed my hope
I've thrown out my love
I still want to live
I still want to hope
I still want to give
I still want to grow
I was dead and gone
I was cold and alone
I was weighed down and buried
When will I find my way home?
Will you hear nothing I say
As the tide just sweeps and sways
As the anchors that bind me
Just rust and decay
As I tear my flesh from bone
As I scream out to the sky
When will I find my way home?
Let's get it
When will I find my way home?
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Will you hear nothing I say
As the tide just sweeps and sways
As the anchors that bind me
Just rust and decay
As I tear my flesh from bone
As I scream out to the sky
When will I find my way home?
As I tear my flesh from bone
As I scream out toward the sky
When will I find my way home?

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Para - close to, resembling.
Belle - beautiful.

The members of Parabelle have used this simple meaning to build music that backs up a philosophy. Beauty can exist in the smallest corners of the earth. It is found within sadness and within terrifying experiences but it also exists within itself. For every heartache there is a day where everything feels complete. The music will be dynamic, it will be as loud as often as it is soft. Screams will become whispers. It will be intense...it will be Parabelle.

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