The problem is, that these promises are only as good As the ones who make them We all have been ashamed of exactly the same things All I've got is a deep breath And I can hear you on the other side of the phone Trying to pretend that I don't know About all the problems you've come up with Just to cover up this Mess you've created out of something unrelated to exactly what's going on We all have been ashamed of exactly the same things All I've got is a deep breath, and an excuse While I'm walking calmly in your wake My anchors pull me further from the truth I never meant to keep you hopeful My anchors pull me further from you So please uncross your fingers Please uncross your fingers
