The Anchor and the Sail

I would fight for you, I would cross all seas and borders
Steal the fright from you, like a mother for her daughter
All the crimes between what is done and left to be seen

A little blind spot in the rear of the conscience remaining in me

I would fight for you, bring it down and build it again
Release the hold from you
The connection that can never mend
In this secluded wing all ideas and theories are played
The reality closing in on me

I would take on the fight
As a sailor who cuts through the sea
Tastes the salt stuck deep into his skin
I would win the fight
Like a beast thrown into the ring
Tastes the blood right off his lips

The umbilical cord wrapped around your neck
So tight you're scared to inhale
Scissors in one hand – pillow in the other
What will you choose? What will you Choose?

Now you've made your bed and took a stance
But the guilt it burns as you lay your head to rest
I could have fought for you, I could have won for you
Take a second to think about that

In this secluded wing all ideas and theories are played

I would take on the fight
As a sailor who cuts through the sea
Tastes the salt stuck deep into his skin
I would win the fight
Like a beast thrown into the ring
Tastes the blood right off his lips

I would take on the fight
As a sailor who cuts through the sea
Tastes the salt stuck deep into his skin
I would win the fight
Like a beast thrown into the ring
Tastes the blood right off his lips
I would win the fight
Take hold of what is rightfully mine
Tastes the fruits on my victory
I only I was fighting for – fighting for
What is truly, rightfully mine