| Song | Anchors Away |
| Artist | Farewell |
| Album | Isn't This Supposed to be Fun? |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| 作曲 : Farewell | |
| Not waiting for the words to come around | |
| In this small tobacco town | |
| And I'm hating every second of this shit | |
| I'm far too involved to quit | |
| But the radio keeps playing on and on | |
| On and on and on | |
| What in the world were you thinking? | |
| This ship we're sinking is going down | |
| And the water we're drinking on | |
| Too much to bail, too much to bail out | |
| Captain, captain! | |
| Please save me, save me! | |
| The neatest _ire up for hire | |
| And the drunken liars make me want to scream | |
| And I'm jaded by the ones who mean the most | |
| But I'm talking to your ghost | |
| And I'm fading like all the lies you put up with | |
| And the table starts to shift | |
| But the one I love is moving on and on | |
| What in the world were you thinking? | |
| This ship we're sinking is going down | |
| And the water we're drinking on | |
| Too much to bail, too much to bail out | |
| Captain, captain! | |
| Please save me, save me! | |
| Down to the wire I admire | |
| This talk is tired | |
| It makes me want to see inside her, smoke and fire | |
| What in the world were you thinking? | |
| This ship we're sinking is going down | |
| And the water we're drinking on | |
| Too much to bail, too much to bail out | |
| What in the world were you thinking? | |
| This ship we're sinking is going down | |
| And the water we're drinking on | |
| Too much to bail, too much to bail out | |
| I'm sitting on the sidelines | |
| Waiting for the right time | |
| For someone to come and carry me home | |
| I'm sitting on the sidelines | |
| Waiting for the right time | |
| For someone to come and carry me home | |
| I'm sitting on the sidelines | |
| Waiting for the right time | |
| For someone to come and carry me home | |
| I'm sitting on the sidelines | |
| Waiting for the right time | |
| For someone to come and carry me home | |
| (The radio keeps playing on and on | |
| On and on and on | |
| The radio keeps playing on | |
| On and on and on) |
| zuo qu : Farewell | |
| Not waiting for the words to come around | |
| In this small tobacco town | |
| And I' m hating every second of this shit | |
| I' m far too involved to quit | |
| But the radio keeps playing on and on | |
| On and on and on | |
| What in the world were you thinking? | |
| This ship we' re sinking is going down | |
| And the water we' re drinking on | |
| Too much to bail, too much to bail out | |
| Captain, captain! | |
| Please save me, save me! | |
| The neatest _ire up for hire | |
| And the drunken liars make me want to scream | |
| And I' m jaded by the ones who mean the most | |
| But I' m talking to your ghost | |
| And I' m fading like all the lies you put up with | |
| And the table starts to shift | |
| But the one I love is moving on and on | |
| What in the world were you thinking? | |
| This ship we' re sinking is going down | |
| And the water we' re drinking on | |
| Too much to bail, too much to bail out | |
| Captain, captain! | |
| Please save me, save me! | |
| Down to the wire I admire | |
| This talk is tired | |
| It makes me want to see inside her, smoke and fire | |
| What in the world were you thinking? | |
| This ship we' re sinking is going down | |
| And the water we' re drinking on | |
| Too much to bail, too much to bail out | |
| What in the world were you thinking? | |
| This ship we' re sinking is going down | |
| And the water we' re drinking on | |
| Too much to bail, too much to bail out | |
| I' m sitting on the sidelines | |
| Waiting for the right time | |
| For someone to come and carry me home | |
| I' m sitting on the sidelines | |
| Waiting for the right time | |
| For someone to come and carry me home | |
| I' m sitting on the sidelines | |
| Waiting for the right time | |
| For someone to come and carry me home | |
| I' m sitting on the sidelines | |
| Waiting for the right time | |
| For someone to come and carry me home | |
| The radio keeps playing on and on | |
| On and on and on | |
| The radio keeps playing on | |
| On and on and on |
| zuò qǔ : Farewell | |
| Not waiting for the words to come around | |
| In this small tobacco town | |
| And I' m hating every second of this shit | |
| I' m far too involved to quit | |
| But the radio keeps playing on and on | |
| On and on and on | |
| What in the world were you thinking? | |
| This ship we' re sinking is going down | |
| And the water we' re drinking on | |
| Too much to bail, too much to bail out | |
| Captain, captain! | |
| Please save me, save me! | |
| The neatest _ire up for hire | |
| And the drunken liars make me want to scream | |
| And I' m jaded by the ones who mean the most | |
| But I' m talking to your ghost | |
| And I' m fading like all the lies you put up with | |
| And the table starts to shift | |
| But the one I love is moving on and on | |
| What in the world were you thinking? | |
| This ship we' re sinking is going down | |
| And the water we' re drinking on | |
| Too much to bail, too much to bail out | |
| Captain, captain! | |
| Please save me, save me! | |
| Down to the wire I admire | |
| This talk is tired | |
| It makes me want to see inside her, smoke and fire | |
| What in the world were you thinking? | |
| This ship we' re sinking is going down | |
| And the water we' re drinking on | |
| Too much to bail, too much to bail out | |
| What in the world were you thinking? | |
| This ship we' re sinking is going down | |
| And the water we' re drinking on | |
| Too much to bail, too much to bail out | |
| I' m sitting on the sidelines | |
| Waiting for the right time | |
| For someone to come and carry me home | |
| I' m sitting on the sidelines | |
| Waiting for the right time | |
| For someone to come and carry me home | |
| I' m sitting on the sidelines | |
| Waiting for the right time | |
| For someone to come and carry me home | |
| I' m sitting on the sidelines | |
| Waiting for the right time | |
| For someone to come and carry me home | |
| The radio keeps playing on and on | |
| On and on and on | |
| The radio keeps playing on | |
| On and on and on |