The bottom
Chorus
I’ve got an anchor tied to my ankle
I’ve got a rope around my wrists – I can’t float
I’m sinking deeper, down to the bottom
To rest with sunken ships – rusty and forgotten
Verse 1
Should I take a last greedy gulp of air
Before we descend?
Am I drunk on death already, are you really there?
I feel the absolute opposite of despair
As weightless as I wish I could be
When my feet were still anchored
between mountain and sea
Verse 2
Salvage my soul
From this fleshy vessel
Take what you can
From the ship
Bring me to life
In melodious odes
And make music
With the treasures you strip
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