Weight of the Anchor

Gone is the anchor, the shackle and the shore
The current's persuasion leaves me where I've not been before
I'm missing a mooring, a harbour from the storm
So pull me from the water, with these sea legs I can't walk

We painted a picture over a canvas torn
Wrote each night a fiction ever distanced by the dawn
We staged a performance, for an audience already sworn
To carve us out a corner with misguided applause

Consider the evidence, too much to conceal and divide
Break the habit, display your damage because the blood on your clothes was mine
No hidden magic, just dead white rabbits, and failure by design
We've been examined, embraced the challenge but it's merciful to call it time
It was failure by design
And the blood on your clothes was mine

Gone is the anchor, the shackle and the shore
The current's persuasion leaves me where I've not been before
I'm missing a mooring, a harbour from the storm
So pull me from the water, with these sea legs I can't walk
But you're done, pulling me down
You're pulling me down, down down down
Done pulling me down
Pulling me down, down down down



Credits
Writer(s): Max Osborne
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