Текст песни Anchor

Cristina, I'm tired of being so far away. Yeah, I'm still here; I'm not going. What if I try and stop? I'm responsible for you. Until the anchor breaks. Four years ahead. What are you thinking? I feel so together. I need you now. You have faith, but I know that I won't last. Aren't we so tired of waiting for days to end? How do we tread on when these fuckers are making our plans? Dear everyone, I've been thinking. I feel misrepresented. Things are moving to slow; I want the control of this. "There's got to be some kind of way out of here." It's a lie too only yourself. When people have you figured, carvings that read, "idle will kill." Goddamn, it gets so hard not knowing what's going on. All the while I carry your cross. Who owns these desires? You haven't said a word but I understand.