Lead Sails (And A Paper Anchor)

by Chris cornell

Marching alone, like a good soldier does.
I’m setting sail, with anchors holding me down.
Pack up my bags, stow them away (stow them away).
Bidding farewell to all that is safe.
Will I come up for air, come up for air.
After a while the coroner’s calling me,
lulling me waving goodbye.
I’m out here alone, oh God can you save me now?
Sinking my heart turns to stone.
Withering away, her shaking violet dies.
So full of life, these lights have dried me out.
Into the sea, I needed a drink.
I never thought this would consume me whole.
Will I come up for air, come up for air.
After a while the coroner’s calling me,
lulling me, waving goodbye.
I’m out here alone, oh God can you save me now?
Sinking my heart turns to stone.
(I turn to stone)
Sinking my heart turns to stone.
Save me, take me home,
over and over again.
Save me, take me home.
Wishing that this all would end.
Save me, take me home,
over and over again.
Save me, take me home,
wishing that this all would end.
After awhile the coroner’s calling me,
lulling me, waving goodbye.
I’m out here alone, oh God can you save me now?
Sinking my heart turns to stone.
After awhile the coroner’s calling me,
lulling me, waving goodbye.
I’m out here alone, oh God can you save me now?
Sinking my heart turns to stone.
Sinking my heart turns to stone.
Save me take me home,
Will I come up for air,
Save me take me home,
Will I come up for air,
Save me take me home,
over and over again.
Save me take me home.
Wishing that this,
Wishing that all this would end.