Words are lost Mouths are closed Even through the silent pause You take it all
Table talks Getting through the car ride home It could be a late night call You take it all Anchor to hold
You leave me room for my imperfections When I’m a mess, then you jump right in If I drift in the wrong direction You turn the tide and you calm the wind
Any time every time I get lost you will find me You will find me Any time every time I get lost you will find me You will find me
Faint applause Empty rooms Even when the crowds are gone You take it all
Lines are crossed Even when my mind’s consumed I never mean to bruise your heart But you take it all Anchor to hold
You leave me room for my imperfections When I’m a mess, then you jump right in If I drift in the wrong direction You turn the tide and you calm the wind
Any time every time I get lost you will find me You will find me Any time every time I get lost you will find me You will find me
