I've got an anchor in my suitcase today, and an anchor's all I need, to stay Look out that horizon, it calls to me, it calls to me and this question of where we end, it falls to me
Sometimes we choose what lives inside us and what does die Sometimes we choose when we smile and when we cry Those are good days, this I know, and this I mean Now I lay awake, I hope my thoughts don't pierce your dreams
There are ghosts between us as we lay I heard them say that there are ghosts between us as we lay