The Kite String And The Anchor Rope - Prides

I think of us lately all dressed to the night

I think of us lying and so calmed in wine

I think of us brething and brething in time

We are the beaters that drum in the night

And the silence comes

And you can’t help but sigh

We exhale when the battle is won

You exhale and the thread is undone

You’re the forest each side of the road

You’re the swimmer with pockets of stones

Oh in me you are the kite string and the anchor rope

I think of us sleeping to some warmer climes

Walking out into the cold empty tide

I think of us dancing, oh dancing all night

Walking home later and later at night

You’re falling to sleep for the very last time

It’s oh nice to see

That look in your eyes

And the people they beg, to see you again

So put on your shoes

Take off from your mind

And the silence comes

And you can’t help but sight

And you can’t help but sigh

We exhale when the battle is won

You exhale and the thread is undone

You’re the forest each side of the road

You’re the swimmer with pockets of stones

Oh in me you are the kite string and the anchor rope

The kite string and the anchor rope

The kite string and the anchor rope

The kite string and the anchor rope