Maida - Gathering Anchors

Cower at the call for you have fooled yourself.

Plan stand fail.

This feeling's never been a stranger in this house
And this moments passing on
Oh without angle.

Abandon the truth for a chance.
Abandon a touch for a taste.

A shelter for a shack.

It's come to be that I've never done them any good
So merge into me and we'll taste of promising endings.

Abandon a truth for a chance.
Abandon a touch for a taste.

Though I should be soaking in my own spewed sort wisdom,
I gather anchors I must remember...

That it is their own slack to gather.

Oh how can I separate the weight from the weighted?

Grant it to the open water.