I have so many anchors, 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 the twine, not the firm planks and rope 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 hear nothing I say, as the tide just sweeps and sways, as the anchors that bind me just rust and decay, as I tear 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. I see the moon up above, I've failed my hope, I've thrown out my love. but I still want to live, I still want to hope, I still want to give, (I was dead and gone) I was cold and alone (I was weighed down and buried) when will I find my way home?